Write about: the kidnapper.
Back in Vancouver for the night. Very tired.
We managed to successfully catch the ferry off the Island this afternoon, despite arriving two cars too late to catch the sailing we'd aimed for. Thankfully they'd added an extra sailing just an hour later, due to the Easter long weekend, so we didn't have long to wait.
Added sailings tend to be much quieter than their scheduled counterparts, and this one was no different. Plenty of seats to choose from, a relaxed atmosphere - it's nice.
About five minutes after the boat left its berth, we met a woman who was sitting with a couple of male friends. She was gushing over how cute Max is (which we're kinda used to by now), but a little more intensely than I expected.
She was talking about how much she wanted to kiss him and eventually Kat invited her over to do just that. It was pretty cute. Then, after returning to her seat, she jokingly (I think) offered to hold him if Kat's back got tired. She said she was missing her kids (a three-year-old and a six-year-old), who were not with her on her current trip.
Or so she claimed.
A bit later, after Max kept smiling and making funny noises in her general direction, she asked if it would be creepy if she took a picture of him. No, of course not, we said.
Only just a little bit.
Then she started talking about how she wanted to take him home with her and how she had to go back to her seat because she just couldn't handle being that close to him and on and on. It was very sweet and Max definitely enjoyed the attention.
Thankfully it was a really nice day out so shortly after that we took Max for a walk on the outside deck and did not return to that area of the ferry.
While most of what I just shared was written with tongue firmly planted in cheek, she was definitely walking a fine line between acceptable and too much. I certainly don't think she would have actually tried to kidnap Max, but I think Kat and I were both more comfortable once we found a less... awkward place to spend the rest of the ride.