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

“Tell your kid not to build where cars go.”

“That’s not the street,” I said. “That’s our lawn.”

He shrugged. “Snow’s snow.

It’ll melt.”

“It’s more about the effort,” I said. “He spends an hour out there. It breaks his heart when it’s crushed.”

He made a little dismissive noise.

“Kids cry. They get over it.”

Then he turned and walked inside.

I stood there, fingers numb, heart pounding, and thought, Okay. That went well.

The next snowman died too.

Then the next.

And the next.

Nick would come inside every time with a different mix of anger and sadness.

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