When we were kids, my mom got some premade tags with our names on them that she sewed into all of our clothes. I mean ALL of our clothes: underwear, shirts, coats, hats, socks, gloves, every damn thing.
One day, my brother's gloves turned up missing. He had them when he got on the schoolbus to go home, but when he got off the bus, they were gone. He was sitting with a shifty kid in our class and my mom instantly suspected he'd stolen them.
She called the kid's mom and asked if he'd grabbed my bro's gloves by mistake and she got pissed and said no.
Fast forward a YEAR. This kid dropped his gloves on the playground and my brother picked them up. They were his old gloves with his name sewed in them. My brother tattled to the teacher who asked the kid why he stole his gloves. The kid's response was epic:
"Uh, they blew out a car window and into my backpack. I thought they were mine. I'm color blind. I never saw the nametag in them."(It's possible. He had one of the laziest eyes I've ever seen.)
We still laugh about this answer. I think everyone needs a glove fairy who magically brings gloves into their lives.