When we were kids we had 5 wooden plates which we fought over at every meal.
We all believed we had our own special one that we recognised by the grain of the wood.
We rarely agreed
I now have ownership of these plates and 30 years later I have found his name stamped to the underside of one of them. I have never noticed it before, I dont understand why it has just appeared but I cant wait until he sees them again and I will challenge him to select which one is his.