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

The next afternoon, Nick’s plan unfolded. Mr. Streeter’s car hit the hydrant. Water shot straight up, drenching his car, the yard, and the street. Nick pressed his hands to the window, eyes shining. “I just wanted him to stop,” he said.

The police and water department were called. Mr. Streeter fumed, but all the evidence was clear: he’d repeatedly driven on our lawn. No one was hurt, but the lesson was learned.

From that day on, Nick’s snowmen were safe. Mr. Streeter never so much as brushed our grass with his tires again. Some snowmen leaned, some melted, but none died under a bumper.

And every time I look at that corner of our yard, I think about my eight-year-old, standing his ground with a pile of snow, a red scarf, and a very clear idea of what a boundary is.