who is as male as they come, insisted that Mom painted his nails for a while. When Mom asked him why, he said he thought they looked so pretty. Dad had conniption fits about it. I still remember us playing in the sand box and him taking his Tonka road grader up his little hill with that bright red nail polish on his fingers.
Now my other brother was very attractive-so much so that Mom always had him in obviously 'boy' colored clothes because the most common comment was 'what an adorable girl'. He had long curly hair until his first hair cut. However, I do remember that before his hair cut, Mom took one of my baby dresses on him and snapped a Polaroid of him. Yes, he would have made a beautiful girl but again, he turned out to be a nice sensitive man.
I don't know what is worse, stepping on Barbie's shoes or Legos. Trust me, my daughter's Barbies saw plenty of action. My fav was when she took my foot massager and turned it into a spa and hot tub. She made a spa membership for me and she and her friend 'treated' me to a spa day with Barbie. You haven't lived until you have the Barbie spa treatment. 
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