My Poor Commercialized Child

Yesterday, I found a pair of Big Brother's baby dress shoes that I had saved just in case I had another baby. So I pulled them out to see if they would fit Baby Jaws and had them sitting on our desk. Big Brother came over, saw them and asked who they belonged to. I told him they were his when he was a baby. He picked them up and examined them, then noticed the brand.
I completely lost it when he said in amazement, "These say McDonalds! Did I get them in my Happy Meal?"