I really think that Son#1 must have been Cleopatra in a previous life. I have never known anyone, never mind a child of 9, take so long in the bath. He luxuriates to the extent that he may well become a prune in his next life. To him there is no time, no deadline, nobody else to worry about. All is bubbles and soap and floating with the occasional burst of song, or maybe the odd football statistic thrown in.
I am thinking of buying some asses milk to make him feel more at home. Maybe some frankincense. I should perhaps dress in veils and waft him with palm fronds ?
He will make a lovely husband one day.