Luke/Brantley-isms: Double Your Pleasure, Double My Pain

Today as I was applying my makeup in the bathroom, I noticed Luke watching me intently. "Whatcha doin?" he asked.
"I'm putting on makeup."
"Oh Mommy, your makeup makes me sooo happy!"
Brantley was taking care of some business in the potty room, and overheard our conversation. His voice echoed, "It makes me happy too, Luke."
I had heard enough. "Ok thank you, everybody. I'm so glad you're all happy about my makeup.  Now leave me alone."
How did I ever get ready before, without being showered with such complements?