My neighbor repeatedly displayed her underwear in full view of my son’s window, so I decided to intervene and teach her a lesson.
Suppressing my laughter while feeling a bit embarrassed, I tried to explain the situation. Meanwhile, Jake’s imagination ran wild—he started picturing Mrs. Lisa as a secret superhero sporting aerodynamic underwear. He even suggested that his Captain America-themed boxers could hang up next to her “crime-fighting gear.” It soon became a daily ritual: Lisa’s laundry would…