Neighbor Asked My Son to Shovel Snow for $10 a Day but Refused to Pay — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

Dickinson sputtered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You can’t do that!”

I gestured toward the neighbors who had gathered to watch, their smiles thinly veiled. “Actually, I can.

And if you’d like to call a lawyer, keep in mind that I have plenty of witnesses who saw you exploit a minor for free labor. That wouldn’t look great for someone like you, now would it?”

He glared at me, then at the crowd, realizing he’d lost. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stomped back to his house.

By evening, the doorbell rang again, and there stood Dickinson, holding an envelope.

He didn’t look me in the eye as he handed it over.

“Tell your son I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

I closed the door and handed the envelope to Ben. Inside were eight crisp $10 bills. Ben’s smile was worth more than all the money in the world.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, hugging me tight.

“No,” I whispered, ruffling his hair.

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