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

“He didn’t even stop,” Nick said into my shoulder. “He just drove away.”

That night, I stood at the kitchen window, staring at the sad pile of snow and sticks.

Something in me hardened.

The next evening, when I heard Mr.

Streeter’s car door close, I went outside.

“Hi, Mr. Streeter,” I called.

He turned, already annoyed. “Yeah?”

I pointed to the corner of our lawn.

“My son builds snowmen there every day. Could you please stop driving over that part of the yard? It really upsets him.”

He looked, saw the wrecked snow, and rolled his eyes.

“It’s just snow,” he said.

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