"I want to go running"

Now, normally the only one that says these words, or anything near these words, in our house is Eric. I rarely want to go running. I try to run 2-4 times a week, depending on what is going on and if the boys are both healthy.
Today, we needed to get the boys new shoes. Mason hates to try on shoes almost as much as he hates having his feet measured for shoes. So, I decided to get him interested in the process (or at least not fighting me on the process) by telling him we needed to get him running shoes. Like Daddy. You would have thought I told him he was going to get chocolate ice cream with cookies in it. He was quite interested. We got his old shoes off, feet measured (11 1/2, almost 12, wide), picked out some new ones and put on socks while we waited for the shoes. He tried on one pair and decided he was in love. He was not taking them off. He was not trying on another pair of shoes. He loves his new running shoes. Just like Daddy's. Then, he decided he wanted pink crocs. But that is another story...................
Miles also got new "running shoes". After we got home, I realized that I picked out the exact same pair of shoes for both boys. What are the odds? I mean, at least I was consistent in what I liked. But come on.... of all the shoes in that store, how did I pick the same shoes (not on purpose and about 10 minutes apart) twice?
Also wanted to add that shoes for little boys are VERY expensive.
Mason and Daddy just went on their first ever run together. Mason made it about 4 houses down before he stopped. They walked a little ways and then ran some more then turned around in a cul-de-sac and headed back home. I have a feeling that this will be the first of many runs together.