That red sweater looks good on you.

Where did you buy that coat?

Where did you buy that coat?

He was poor and couldn't buy a coat.

That's my dad in the sport coat there holding the briefcase.

Everybody begins to move around, and your task is to keep track of who had a coat at the beginning and who didn't.

But so, curious, I run up to the child of course scaring the living bejesus out of him grab him by the collar, turn it over, and there is my name written on the collar of this sweater.

We drove to the Goodwill and we threw the sweater away somewhat ceremoniously, my idea being that I would never have to think about the sweater nor see it ever again.

The innermost garment is made of white silk, followed by other layers which have various names, which are finally closed off by a final layer or coat.

You notice that the coat she's carrying is too small for the child who is with her, and therefore, she started out the journey with two children, but dropped one off along the way.

Everybody begins to move around, and your task is to keep track of who had a coat at the beginning and who didn't. So I'm just going to show you an example where there is only one sad kid. It's easy because you can actually track it with your eyes. You can track, you can track, and then when it stops, and there is a question mark, and I ask you, did this kid have a coat or not?