I become the crazy Aunt

I came to this realization when my little nephew, 3 years of age, categorically refused to give me a kiss. At first, it was cute: he was shy, and he didn't remember me from Christmas when he was just 1. He would not come close to me, hiding behind his mother. What added insult to injury was that he came to give his uncle, my husband, a kiss without a problem. My husband is tall and scary, and I'm so.... not! so what the hell! His parents first urged him, than begged him, the ordered him: "Kiss your aunt Sasha! Give Aunt Sasha a kiss! Give Aunt Sasha a kiss!"
So, I was sad and offended, well, as much as one can be offended by a three-year-old. But then, I put myself in the kid's shoes. I distinctly remembered having a deaf aunt Tanya, who'd come over and I'd be called in to duty: "Give aunt a kiss!" She had an unbelievably wrinkly face, and questionable teeth, and a hearing aid. Everyone would be watching. It was awful.
I completely empathized. I tried to smooth things over by giving him a kiss myself, which he begrudgingly allowed, but that didn't satisfy the parenting process.
Finally, by the end of day two, under the unthinkable threat of not receiving his gift from the USA, and after being demonstratively escorted out of the hotel suite where the rest of us were having fun looking at presents, he conceded and planted a wet teary one somewhere between my cheek and my ear.
So, I'm the aunt that no one wants to kiss.
What's the deal anyway? Why do kids have to kiss anyone? What if the kissee smells? What if *I* smell and that's why he didn't want to kiss me?! What if no kid ever wants to kiss me?!!!
This is a whole new can of worms to worry about.
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sigh.. it's a tough knock life..