I was a substitute teacher. On recess duty on a cold day in January, these two boys were on the ground fighting it out, screaming at each other. “That’s my jacket” “no it’s mine!” I intervened and the first kid said, “that’s my jacket, it has my name in it” other kid says, “no, it has MY name in it”

Inside the jacket is the first kids name, crossed out, and then the seconds written in.

Turns out the first kid had left his jacket at school the day before winter break, it went in the lost and found, which was cleaned out and donated over the break. The second kids mom then bought the jacket at the thrift store where it had been donated. The first kid got in trouble at home for loosing the jacked and freaked out on the second when he found his missing jacket.

As a teacher I had to play King Solomon a lot. But this is a clear case of finders keepers.