Do I have anything on my face?

Funny things happen at the most mundane times like walking to the door of a friend's birthday party. Brody lays this one one me:
 
"Mom do I have anything on my face?" (Since when does he even have the concept of being dirty?)

"No."

"Does my breath smell?" (What in the world??) I smell his angel breath just to be sure, after all this is a first!

"No! But I do notice something on your face."

"What? What is it?"

"Handsomeness all over it."

"UHHHH!" rubbing it off, "I don't want to be handsome!"  

"Toolate for that sonny boy." I quietly thought to myself as I watch my most puzzling fellow stretch my heart strings over the threshold of another woman's home. Too late for that my dear, dear, son <3 Too late for that.