Kidnapped

 In our last ward, Craig and I used to teach Sunday school to the 13 year olds. They liked us because we were young and used their colloquial language, but they also liked us because of Vash. Even the 13 year old boys wanted to hold him and help him play with his toys. Any way, we had to go to a meeting for Sunday school teachers and it was held at the home of one of our students. Vash was happily sitting on my lap when about five minutes into the meeting, a women moving so quickly I hardly recognized her came in, took him right off my lap, and exited the room. Everyone had stopped talking and was looking at me with shocked expressions. I could tell they were wondering what had happened exactly, if I knew it was going to happen, and what should their response be? All of a sudden the leader of the meeting breaks the silence by asking, "Did we just witness a kidnapping?" Everyone laughed and the meeting continued. Afterwards, I went to find the "kidnapper." It turns out it was the wife of the leader and the mother of one of our students. She explained that her daughter just loved our son and was bragging him up before the meeting. She had told her mother that if we came with the baby, she was to come and take him from us so she could play with him for the duration of the meeting. "My daughter just loves Vash. She's always saying how good he is. I've just never seen a baby so content! He plays with his toys, he's happy with a stranger. I just never knew babies existed like this in real life. I had to see for myself." She apologized for scaring me, but I told her it was funny and we'd be happy to laugh about it later. Which is what we're doing right now.