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

Then a howl from outside.

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

My heart jumped.

“Nick?” I shouted.

From the living room: “Mom! MOM! Come here!”

I ran in.

Nick was pressed against the front window, both hands flattened on the glass, eyes huge.

I followed his gaze.

And froze.

Mr.

Streeter’s car was jammed nose-first into the fire hydrant at the edge of our lawn.

The hydrant had snapped open, blasting a thick column of water straight up. It rained down over the car, the street, and our yard. The headlights glowed weakly through the spray.

At the base of the broken hydrant was a mangled pile of snow and sticks and cloth.

The special snowman.

My mind did this slow click-click-click.

Hydrant.

Snowman.

All I could think was, Oh dear.

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