What's Daggy wearing?

Our big one-year mark is coming up, so F is sending packages to us to lighten his return-load. Yesterday a package of extra uniforms he isn't going to require there in the meantime arrived. I had to unpack them because the box arrived in not-the-greatest condition. C had to help me, of course... Her reaction was quite amusing.

C: Mommy, is this Daggy's box?
M: Yes, this is Daggy's.
C: What's in it?
M: Daggy's uniforms.
C: What's a uniform?
M: Come see. Mommy has to unpack it.
*C "races" Mommy to the bedroom*
*M opens the box and pulls out uniforms*
C: Oh, these are Daggy's clothes!
M: That's right, Daggy sent home some of his clothes that he doesn't need at work anymore.
C: His clothes can't be at home. He needs them at work! Or he will be naked. That's so silly!
M: No, he has some clothes at work. He just doesn't need these anymore.
C: Oh good. Daggy can't be naked at work. That would be yucky.