If the Shoe Fits Wear it.

A few weeks back we were getting ready for gymnastics and I was running around trying to get the boys dressed. And after getting them dressed I told Isaac to go get his shoes on. He said okay and ran off. I was rinsing some dishes and really paid no attention to what he was doing. I walk in ready to go, I walk to the front door and notice he is taking forever. And then I hear this thumping sound. I turn around and he is coming with Barry's shoes on. I informed him that those were not his shoes and he needed his. He insisted they were his. Okay I may be a few fries short of a Happy Meal, but I'm not a whole hamburger short of one. Did he really think wouldn't be able to tell the size difference?