Good night, Sylvia

I was laying next to Sylvia tonight, waiting for her to fall asleep, when this happened:

Sylvia: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
S: I like you.
M: I like you too. You're pretty fantastic.
S: Thank you.
M: You know, Daddy and I talk about you all the time. We talk about how smart and funny and kind you are, and how much we love you.
S: (Silence, then -- snoring)