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

“Nick,” I whispered.

“What did you do?”

He didn’t look away from the window.

“I put the snowman where cars aren’t supposed to go,” he said quietly. “I knew he’d go for it.”

Outside, Mr. Streeter was slipping around in the icy water, yelling words I’m not going to type.

He bent to look at his bumper, then at the hydrant, then at the ground like it had personally betrayed him.

He looked up.

Our eyes met through the spray and glass.

Then he saw Nick beside me.

His face twisted. He pointed at us, shouting something I couldn’t hear.

Then he stomped across the lawn, shoes splashing, and pounded on our front door so hard the frame shook.

I opened it before he could hit it again.

Water dripped from his hair, his jacket, even his eyelashes.

“This is YOUR fault!” he yelled, jabbing a finger past me toward Nick. “Your little psycho did this on purpose!”

I kept my voice level.

“Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance?”

“I hit a hydrant!” he barked. “Because your kid hid it with a snowman!”

“So you admit you were driving on our lawn,” I said.

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