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

What I didn’t love were the tire tracks.

Our neighbor, Mr.

Streeter, has lived next door since before we moved in. Late 50s, gray hair, permanent scowl. The kind of guy who looks offended by sunshine.

He has this habit of cutting across the corner of our lawn when he pulls into his driveway.

It shaves off maybe two seconds. I’d noticed the tracks for years.

I told myself to let it go.

Then, the first snowman died.

Nick came in one afternoon, quieter than usual. He plopped down on the entryway mat and started pulling his gloves off, snow falling in clumps.

“Mom,” he said, voice thin.

“He did it again.”

My stomach sank. “Did what again?”

He sniffed, eyes red. “Mr.

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