As some of you may or may not know, my job is taking care of my 9 and a half month old niece Danica.  We usually spend our days here at my house playing on the floor and having numerous very important chants.  I tend to go stir crazy if I sit here too long, so a day or two a week, Danica and I will break out of the house and go on some sort of adventure.  Most of our adventures take place in the grocery store and Target.  Danica LOVES Target, as do I, so it’s always a good place to go.

She was testing out hats one day last month...This was her favorite!

When I began watching Danica this past winter, my sister-in-law and I agreed that it would be easier on me if whenever someone thought Danica was my baby, that I just went with it.  I’m not a big fan of really…talking all too much, so a nod works just fine in this situation.

As per usual, we walked into Target and went straight to Starbucks.

The lady who works in the Starbucks part of Target must be on a set schedule, because I ALWAYS see her there.  She knows me, she knows exactly what I want when I walk in (Hello venti 7 pump vanilla latte!) and she knows Danica, by name.

We walked in, she immediately had the barista start my drink and smiled at us.

“Good Morning, Danica!”  She waved to her and started making the baby noises and funny faces that Danica gets a kick out of.  Danica was giggling and squirming in her seat excitedly.

I promptly handed the lady a $5 bill to pay for my coffee, and was tossing the change in my wallet as she exclaimed…

“Danica!  Weren’t you just here on Saturday with your Daddy?”  She smiled at me and Danica and then looked at me for some sort of response.

Obviously, I don’t keep a close watchful eye on my brother and honestly, I have no idea what the hell he did Saturday except for mow his lawn and put air in the tires of my car, nor do I really care too much about what he did.

I looked down at Danica and smiled at her.  “Were you here Saturday with Daddy?  You didn’t even get me a coffee, little lady?  That’s just rude!”  I pinched her little foot giggling as I put my wallet back in my purse.  Thinking nothing of her being there with my brother, because obviously, he probably needed to buy his kid food or diapers and Target an awesome place for that!

“You’re husband is so handsome!  He has beautiful blue eyes!  Now I know where Danica got those big baby blues from!”

I looked up at her, wondering who the hell she was talking about and then I remembered we were discussing my brother, or as she refered to him…my husband.

I smiled up at her and nodded kindly.  Not saying a word. 

My brother has NEVER drank coffee in his life.  He’s very clean cut, and you couldn’t even pay him to touch coffee, or alcohol.    He’s just THAT clean cut.

The thoughts started running through my mind.  “What in the hell was PHILIP doing at Starbucks!?”  “He doesn’t drink coffee!  He makes fun of me for liking it so much!”

I brushed it off quickly.  Hell, maybe it wasn’t even them, just another pretty damn cute baby who came in with some blue eyed dude….

I then remembered my brother telling me Sunday evening about how they had picked up a cute onesie for Danica at Target when they went shopping as family the night before.

I politely smiled and nodded again as I grabbed my coffee.

The lady began again…

“She was here giggling away with her Daddy and her…..”

She froze and turned as white as a glass of milk.

“OH MY GOD!  I am soooo sorry!”

I looked at her confused. 

“He was with another wo…and it wasn’t you!  I’m so sorry!”

At this point, all the puzzle pieces came together in my head.  Philip and Julia stopped to get JULIA some coffee and one of them must of called her by name. 

The lady kept apologizing over and over again, and even going as far as saying…

“I can’t believe I just informed you about your husband having an AFFIAR!”

Shocked, I looked at her and kindly stated.

“It’s not what you think…I’ll see you later, have a great day!”

I walked out of the Starbucks and went to the baby food asile where I PROMPTLY called my sister in law, laughing so hard, I was damn near in tears.

Making this more enjoyable is the fact that my sister in law was born and raised in Russia, so sometimes you REALLY have to spell out things for her.

I remember once, I went in to check on a napping Danica at their house and came out exclaiming “She’s old cold!” to find Julia jumping out of her seat to go put another blanket on Danica.

As I told Julia the story, I had to go back and rephrase words a couple of times.  She then exclaimed to me that the lady at Starbucks was giving her a weird look Saturday night.  And then, the completely unexpected came from her mouth.

“That’s fucking hilarious!  Next weekend, the four of us should TOTALLY take a trip to Target!”

Wow…I had no idea my sister in law was THIS cool.