Here’s a typical bed time routine Zara has:

9:00pm – wiped her hands and her feet, changed her into pajamas, some struggling on her side, not wanting to have the pajamas top and diaper on.
9:05pm – nursed her in bed
9:25pm – finished nursing
she sat up, not wanting to sleep and pointed a stack of books, said “boo! boo!”
Read the book Miss Spider’s Tea Party to her, put the book aside once done
9:28pm – she took the book, and sat back on my lap (indicating she wants more).
Read the book Miss Spider’s Tea Party to her again, put the book aside once done
9:30pm – she took the book, and sat back on my lap again.
Read the book Miss Spider’s Tea Party to her yet again (this time just read the text, no explanation done), she rubbed her eyes midway
9:32pm – laid her down in bed
Daddy walked in.
She sat up again; “Aah!” greeting daddy.
I asked him to tuck her to sleep, while I have my shower.
9:35pm – From the shower, I could hear Zara whining outside, the whining became more and more audible.
Toilet door opened, heard Daddy said, “See, mummy is still around, mummy is taking shower.” He slid open the shower screen, Zara’s little head peeked in.
“Hello, Little girl, what is it now?” I asked, water running down my face.
She gave me a big smile.
“Go, go and sleep” I told her.
Daddy carried her out, and I could hear her whining again.
9:45pm – Finished shower.
Daddy and her sitting on the bed, reading Miss Spider’s Tea Party (!!!)
“I just read that to her like 3 times!” I said
“Oh, I didn’t know” Daddy said. Obviously, he must have just picked up the first available book on the bed to read to her.
Little girl looked at me grinning, 4 teeth showing.
9:50pm – I finished changing.
Took over daddy’s shift, laid in bed with Zara, gave her a breast pad and said “go to sleep now.”
One hand holding the breast pad, thumb in the mouth, she tried to sleep.
I stroke her head and sang some lullaby to her.
9:55pm – She fell asleep.
10:00pm – moved her to her cot, gave her a peck on the cheek, said “good night, mummy loves you”.
She opened her eyes groggily for a second, and then drifted off to slumber land.

Question: Why is it so difficult for daddies to tuck their kids to sleep? Or is it just Zara’s daddy?