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

“Then tell him not to build things where they’ll get wrecked.”

And he went inside.

I stood there shaking, running through all the things I wished I’d said.

That night, lying in bed next to my husband, Mark, I ranted in the dark.

“He’s such a jerk,” I whispered. “He’s doing it on purpose now. I can tell.”

Mark sighed.

“I’ll talk to him if you want.”

“He doesn’t care,” I said. “I’ve tried being nice. I’ve tried explaining.

He thinks an eight-year-old’s feelings don’t matter.”

Mark was quiet for a second.

“He’ll get his someday,” he said finally. “People like that always do.”

Turned out “someday” was sooner than either of us expected.

A few days later, Nick came in with snow in his hair, eyes shining but not from tears this time.

“Mom,” he said, dropping his boots in a heap. “It happened again.”

I braced.

“Who’d he run over this time?”

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