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

Deal?”

He nodded. “Deal.”

The officer who eventually came out was calm and almost amused.

“So he was on your lawn?” he asked, shining a flashlight at the tracks.

“Yes,” I said. “He does it all the time.

I’ve asked him to stop. My son builds snowmen there. He keeps driving through them.”

The officer’s mouth twitched.

“Well, ma’am, he’s responsible for the hydrant. The city will follow up. You might get a call to make a statement.”

When everything was finally shut off and the trucks drove away, our yard looked like a battlefield.

Mud, ice, ruts.

Mark came home an hour later, stopped in the doorway, and just stared.

“What happened?” he asked. “Did a fountain explode?”

Nick practically launched at him.

I gave Mark the summary.

By the end, he was sitting at the table, hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.

“That is… honestly brilliant,” he said, looking at Nick. “You saw what he kept doing, and you used it against him.

That’s some advanced strategy.”

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