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My Son Built Snowmen All Winter. Our Neighbor Kept Destroying Them Until a Child’s Quiet Lesson Changed Everything
He sputtered, angry and embarrassed.
The responsibility was his.
A Lesson Learned Without Yelling
Later that night, Nick sat at the table swinging his legs.
“Am I in trouble?” he asked.
“Did you try to hurt anyone?” I asked.
“No,” he said firmly. “I just wanted it to stop.”
I took a breath. “It was clever. But risky. Next time, we talk first.”
