Mum for the night

My favourite cousin is over from Namibia for a week to visit his brother who was recently hospitalised with Guillian Barre Syndrome :(. We hardly ever get to see him and his family so his kids and I sat together the entire evening catching up and baking cakes while he and his wife ran errands. After we'd sampled the cakes, cleaned up the kitchen, watched some TV, I got them into PJ's and rigged the lighting in their room so the brother who is afraid of the dark and the sister that can't fall asleep with the light on didn't pummel each other. I finally got into the shower a few minutes ago, enjoying what I felt was a well deserved break. As I shook the shampoo suds out of my hair I hear a knock on the door. "Noojie Masie, Noorjehaan (we're named after the same person btw) is kicking off the blanket!" came a very sleepy whiny voice. I took a deep breath. "You guys are both very clever kids I'm sure you can come up with a compromise. Also I'm still going to wash my hair (a little white lie for a good cause can't be harmful) and will still be a while". Silence and the scuffling of slippers. It worked...this time