All the kids are at the carpet doing the math board.  I'm at the teacher's desk filing field trip forms and money.  Gavin is sitting on the edge of the carpet over the desk from me.  He sits up on his knees and whispers to get my attention. I should tell him to be quiet and pay attention but it's Gavin (who is a loveable rapscallion) so I say "What?"  And he says, "I think you're the best."
NO GAVIN, YOU ARE THE BEST. The best at making me FEEL GOOD.  Six-year-olds, you guys.  They are The Shiz.