My aunt, whose son was celebrating his first communion on Sunday, came up to me REPEATEDLY and not only rubbed my belly, but literally grabbed both sides of it, yanking me to her, then started kissing it and talking to it - for over a minute each time (it may not seem like long, but when you feel like smacking someone, a minute is forever). It was like Jessica Simpson on a microphone, I'm pretty sure she left spit marks all over my shirt.
I don't see my aunt very often, and she had nice intentions (I guess), but STILL. She has 3 kids (every other weekend because she's not exactly mother-of-the-year), so she should understand. AND, she just wouldn't stop giving me parenting "advice". I had to leave the party early so I didn't smack her at her own son's first communion party - which my mom threw for her. Sad....