Irony at its Finite-est

 My dad told me that the currency collection was among the trailer full of items that he had released into the care of the three who volunteered to pick up the heirlooms while in Northern Maine for the family reunion. When the cops asked me what else was to be reported missing I had to call and ask my dad what all he had sent. 

When they were stopped they had already taken some of the most valuable bills and coins from the albums. They had already done something with the remaining items, my baby photos included. Then, in his very dapper winter scarf, he went right up there and stole it again. They tried to say it was a notebook on my father, but why then did they steal it a second time?  And, if it were a notebook on me then why had customs returned it to the rightful owner, me??

I rest my case.