Sorry for the use of the term chav but I can't think of a better word to sum it up.
Put the boy to bed in his nice Fireman Sam PJs. Lots of banging about later I went upstairs. He is now wearing horrid Fila jogging bottoms with zips up the side (bought for toddlers football thing about a year ago) and a bloody hideous football tshirt. I managed to convince him to take off the inside out Spiderman t-shirt he also had on. There's a reason I hide these crappy clothes.?