I'm the best

Maggie was laying next to me on the floor in the boys' room (resting after going through all of the winter clothes they outgrew). She leaned over, took her fingers out of her mouth (she sucks middle and fourth), and whispered to me, "You're the best." It made my day...of course, she did lick my arm after right after, and I'm not quite sure what to think of that; but still, it was sweet.