Story-reading fine, although whoever said further down the thread that she liked chapter books because "it's great to have a story with a bit of plot and character development", has never encountered the Rainbow Fairies series.
Bath-time good too - they splash, I sit on the loo reading The Economist/Grazia pretending not to notice any minor near-drowning episodes.
It's that ghastly bit of process in the middle. It always seems to come down to me barking instructions, the DDs howling, me becoming apoplectic and that nice Dr Tanja Bryson tut-tutting as she watches the whole nasty scenario inevitably unfold from her office. There is just soooo much confrontation to be had around refusing to get out of the bath, wailing that your sister is using your Noddy towel, choosing pyjamas, rejecting pyjamas, refusing to put on the pair pyjamas I've just rescued from the wash because you would only wear the Barbie Pegasus Princess ones, squabbling over whose toothbrush is whose, clenching your teeth shut so that I can't clean them, squirming so that the eczema cream misses your cheek and goes in your eye.... on and on in the nasty, noisey confined space of the bathroom. Agggh. Hate it.