I find the baby at every gathering I attend. 
Once located, I ask their parent for permission as I lift them into the air. 
And then, I quickly find a quiet corner out of sight,
So no one else will ask for a turn with said baby. 
I have successfully  spent so many Saturday  afternoons covered in the slobber of an infant I’ll never meet again.

But I cannot wait for the day that the baby at the party belongs to us,
And I’ll get to pass my baton and gratitude to the next Baby Thief.