The Boy is a handful when it comes to getting dressed, getting undressed, getting into the bath and out of the bath and generally drags his feet when its anything he can’t be bothered to do. I’ve recently started plonking him straight in the bath fully dressed if he messes me around too much in the whole getting into the bath thing.
This contrasts massively with Fifi, who strolled up to me earlier this evening with a fresh nappy in one hand and a dirty one in the other. At 18 months she already puts her trousers on and can strip herself down to her bare skuddies at a moments notice.