Of hansome-ness

The brat returned home from school with a forlorn expression. He checked himself from all angles in the car rear view mirror.
"Mamma, I is hansome?" asked plaintively.
To mamma, the answer was obvious enough to be written in Hollywood size letters on the side of a mountain. "Of course, beta, you are the most handsome boy in the world."
The brat didnt look convinced.
"Bud H tole me whu said you iz hansome. Dey is lying. Yu iz nod hansome." His face crumpled up into near tear rolling down face point.
Mamma suppressed a mean grin. The world had already started bringing the brat down to size. Metaphorically speaking.
"I is nod hansome?" he asked again, in plaintive plea.
"Of course, you are handsome, brat," said mamma. "But you can be more handsome if you have your milk and your food properly, and eat more fruits. Then you will become tall and strong and handsome like Clark Kent/Superman."
Guess who has been asking mamma for milk thrice a day recently?