...I get a shirt like this sent to me by Sister A:
I had it on without five minutes of opening the box. I may never remove it. Perhaps I will wear it under my clothes as my part of my secret superhero outfit.
Meanwhile, this would be an example of when I have felt less understood by members of my family.
Update: I didn't realize that the shirt would be hard to read in the mirror, so here (thanks Paulette):