In the back of my mind I heard Tyler rustling through my nightstand. Minutes later, there was a loud vibrating sound coming from the living room.

“Eva!  Look what I found in Mama’s room!” he said.  “Look—you can rub it on your head!”

Horrified, I ran to the scene and snatched it away from him.  “How did you find this?” I demanded.  “You must never go into Mama’s things ever again, or you can say good-bye to every last piece of your glow-in-the-dark Thomas the Train Midnight Ride puzzle. Understood?”

Maybe I’m a bit possessive over my back and neck massager, but really.  He can get his own.