Magic Pockets

A little saga about gloves and Sage.  She had some cheap gloves early in the winter, but was always cold and so I bought her some really nice insulated, fur-edged mittens.  Of course, she quickly lost one and it hasn't showed up on the playground or the lost and found.  At about the same time, she came home one day and said that there were gloves in her coat pockets that weren't hers.  They weren't new, and were the dollar-store stretch-type gloves that I tend to keep around as "extra" or "emergency" gloves, so I didn't worry too much about it.  They happened to be the exact same blue color as her coat, and so she kept using them.  Maybe I should have been more honest, but they WERE in her pockets, and so there you have it.  I figured it was an odd coincidence.  

But then...yesterday in the car, Sage called out, "Mom!  My pockets are magic!"  I thought she was going to tell me some fanciful joke or story, but instead, she pulled out yet another pair of gloves.  They were still used but a little nicer this time, fleece instead of stretch, and even more perfectly coordinating with her coat.  The previous blue pair was gone.  She has no idea how they got there -- her coat is in her locker during most of the day, though being a first-grader the lockers aren't locked or anything.  This can't be a coincidence.

That same day when we woke up, there were plastic forks stuck in our front lawn.

Is there some strange fairy interested in us?  Can I have magic pockets that provide suckers for my girls after a long shopping trip?  

What would you want in your magic pockets?