There are some things kids just never outgrow, I think.
For instance, when I was a little teeny-tiny girl, I would absolutely without fail have to stop and look at myself Every. Single. Time I would pass by any reflective surface. Mirrors. Windows. Toasters. I still have a hard time walking past mirrors and windows without looking at myself.
I've managed to give up the toaster reflections; though it was tough.
When Jock was a little teeny-tiny boy (a fact that I am finding harder and harder to believe, as that boy keeps growing entirely too much for my mama piece of mind!), every time I would go to give him a kiss on his cheek or his forehead, he would scrunch up his little face, closing his eyes super tight and holding his lips closed. It was cute. And because it was so cute, I would kiss him all over his little teeny-tiny boy face, until he dissolved into a puddle of giggles. And he never wiped those kisses off.
That boy is 16 years old. I have to stand on my tip-toes to hug him, and half the time when I AM hugging him...he's got one arm around me, and the other hand petting the dog. When he actually kisses me, it's a quick peck on the cheek; and I have to ask for it more often than not. And to kiss him, I have to literally pull his head down so my lips can reach it.
And that's when his face scrunches up, with his eyes closed super tight and his lips clamped shut. Still, at 16, he does the "Don't kiss me, Mom!" face. And it's still cute. It's still so stinkin' cute that I will kiss him all over his not-so-little, not-so-teeny-tiny young man face. And while he no longer giggles, he still ends up laughing and smiling when I do that.
And he still never wipes those kisses off.