She's proud of me (…awww)

So Quinn, the three year old and only daughter, told me that she was "proud of me" today.  I told her that she needed to go to the bathroom to poop (sorry, we use real words 'round here).  Normally she argues, complains, something to let us know that she is the one who is in control of her body.  While this is true, and I like seeing her self-determination, I'm not a big fan of the arguing when it comes to bodily functions.  This time, however, no complaints, no arguments, not even a comment other then "ok dad."  Needless to say, I was surprised.

When she got back I told her that I was very happy with her attitude and proud that she listened so well and went to the bathroom to do as instructed.  …that's when she told me she was also proud of me.  [Warm fuzzies right?]  She told me that she was proud of me because I wasn't yelling; hitting; fighting; throwing; kicking (kicking?); and biting (biting? -yes, "b-i-t-i-n-g").  Now, I've been known to yell at the kids, even spank them once or twice, but I don't recall ever doing any of the latter.  Anyhow, she proceeded to tell me that I should "keep up the good work and maybe mommy will be proud of me too" and then she reminded me (very gently) that I hadn't said "thank you."