Because apparently, if it were left up to their parents, they would be naked and playing with nothing but sticks.*
Good thing they have doting grandparents.
Walking wagon courtesy of Grandma.
Also courtesy of the big brother in the background, since it was technically given to him for his first Christmas.
Monster truck shirt and jeans generously donated by my parents. The truck there came from his aunt. The truck's name is Gordon. Why Gordon? Why not?
Packers outfit from my dad the Wisconsin native, also a Cubby hand-me-down. The plastic bling originally belonged to my grandmother, Duchess (she did love her costume jewelry--the gaudier, the better), and was passed along to my children by my mother.
Hey, at least I buy their underwear and socks.
* Though it must be said that they do really love nudity and playing with sticks. Maybe we're on to something here.