Nekidness and New Winter Garb

I know you've noticed, so I might as well go ahead and address the obvious. A good percentage of the pictures we post of our child show him in a nekid or almost nekid state. He really prefers to be without clothes. We have accepted this and let him be. It really goes along with his little hippie man personality. I mean, he sweats with just the normal amount of clothing on. I'll have him in one of his little feetsie outfits and his poor little mullet head is covered in sweat. When he shows the first sign of an oncoming fuss (kicking feet lightning fast followed by loud, fast breathing), we tear off those clothes and the situation is generally diffused. Sometimes a pacifier is required if the clothing removal was undertaken too late. His Greensboro Grandmommy is horrified at the very thought of his sockless little feet, but everyone knows that hot feet are NO FUN. So, to feed your inquisitive minds, Joseph is a nudist. That being said, tommorrow we are anticipating what WRAL has forecasted a "significant" snow fall. I realized that the nudist was without a proper toboggan (one that ties under the chin) or mittens. That situation was remedied at the second-hand store today. Check out his new winter digs. Now that I'm on the subject of second-hand stores, please someone tell me WHY someone would buy all new clothes for a baby. I mean, he wears something twice before he grows out of it. I would be out of my ever loving mind to go to Baby Gap, Gymboree, etc... and buy this child new clothes. I might as well go to the ATM machine, take out hard cash, soak it in gasoline, light it on fire and flush the charred remains down the commode. I think we have quite the well-dressed baby and I often get comments on his dapper attire. I might (MIGHT) buy him something new on super sale every now and then, but 95% of the time he's sporting his second-hand threads. Luckily, his cousin Cap is 18 months older and we get all of his super cool hand-me-downs. Many of his clothes are even double or triple hand-me-downs. I love it. I might take him to the mall by the time he's in middle school and afraid a classmate might spot him bargaining with Mom at the consignment store.