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

“Winston,” he muttered. Then he squared his shoulders. “But it’s okay, Mom.

You don’t have to talk to him anymore.”

That caught me. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, then leaned closer like we were spies.

“I have a plan,” he whispered.

Instant nausea. “What kind of plan, sweetheart?”

He smiled.

Not sneaky. Just sure.

“Nick,” I said carefully, “your plans can’t hurt anyone. And they can’t break anything on purpose.

You know that, right?”

“I know,” he said quickly. “I’m not trying to hurt him. I just want him to stop.”

“What are you going to do?” I pressed.

He shook his head.

“You’ll see. It’s not bad. I promise.”

I should’ve insisted.

I know that.

But he was eight. And in my mind, “plan” meant maybe putting up a cardboard sign. Or writing “Stop” in the snow with his boots.

I did not imagine what he finally did.

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