My Son Kept Building a Snowman, and My Neighbor Kept Running It Over with His Car – So My Child Taught the Grown Man a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

The next afternoon, he rushed outside like always.

I watched from the living room as he headed straight to the edge of the lawn, near the fire hydrant.

Our hydrant sits right where our grass meets the street, bright red, easy to see.

Usually.

Nick started packing snow around it.

He built that snowman big. Thick base, wide middle, round head. From the house, it just looked like he’d chosen a new spot closer to the road.

I cracked the door open.

“You good out there?” I called.

He looked back and grinned.

“Yeah! This one’s special!”

“You’ll see!” he yelled.

I squinted at the shape, at the weird lumpiness near the bottom. I could still see flashes of red here and there.

I told myself it was fine.

That evening, as the sky darkened and the streetlights flicked on, I was in the kitchen starting dinner when I heard it.

A nasty, sharp crunch.

Then a metal shriek.

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