Blurring the boundaries of family

I have been searching for months for my linens to match my summer bedspread.  I figured in my quest to purge the clutter, I swept them up with the other donations and sent them off to the thrift store for a second chance at happiness.

Fast forward to hanging out at my sister's house a month later and playing with my niece in her bedroom.  My niece has me lay down on her makeshift bed, covers me with blankets and starts reading me a story.  I know - super adorable.  She decided I needed to be more comfortable and drags in this huge king size pillow for me to lay my head on.  As I get situated, I gasp in total shock as I note the pattern on the pillow sham is an exact match for my missing linens.

Me:  "Hadarya, where did you get this pillow?"

Hadarya:  "It's mine Kimmy."

Cut me some slack - reasoning with 2 year olds is not my strength.

I hop up and ransack my sister's linen closet where I find the matching pillow sham.  

I run into the family room with the evidence dripping from my grip and stare at her in utter disbelief.

Me:  "How in the hell did my pillow shams get in your house?"

Sister:  "I don't know.  But if you had helped me clean out my linen closet like I asked, you would have found them much sooner."

Classic.