I do not keep it a secret: I love nicknames.
I love my own nicknames. I love calling others by nicknames, whether they are ones that I have coined or ones that have been bestowed upon by others.
Lucy labeled me as Auntie, or Auntie Aly, to Baby A when he was very small. That tickled me. My mom doesn't have any friends who are my aunts-but-not-really so being Baby A's aunt-but-not-really felt special.
Eventually, he started referring to me as "me," which eventually started sounding more like "--tie" and then evolved to "auntie."
And as of a few weeks ago, I am Auntie Pie.
Of course I am.
Our favorite activities involve pat, pat, patting and roll, roll, rolling out various doughs: be it donuts or play-doh or sugar cookies.
And I am the auntie who brings over dessert on Friday nights: dessert that is oftentimes a (kosher-friendly) pie.
The kid loves making and eating baked goods almost as much as I do.
Hence the mutual adoration. And my awesome new nickname.