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My Son Built Snowmen All Winter. Our Neighbor Kept Destroying Them Until a Child’s Quiet Lesson Changed Everything
“Kids cry,” he said dismissively. “They get over it.”
It didn’t stop.
Nick rebuilt. Mr. Streeter flattened the snowmen again. And again. Some days Nick cried openly. Other days he grew quiet, staring out the window with that tense expression children wear when they’re trying to be stronger than they should have to be.
I suggested compromises, because that’s what adults often do when we’re tired.
“Maybe you could build closer to the house,” I offered gently.
Nick shook his head right away. “That’s my spot. He’s the one doing something wrong.”
He was right, and hearing it from a child made it impossible to ignore.
