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

Nick ducked his head, pleased. “Is that bad?”

“It’s a little scary how smart you are,” Mark said. “But no.

The only person who did something really wrong was the grown man who kept driving on a kid’s snowmen and then off the street.”

From that day on, Mr. Streeter never so much as brushed our grass with his tires.

He doesn’t wave. He doesn’t look over.

I catch him glaring sometimes, but he pulls in very carefully now, wide turn, both wheels firmly on his own driveway.

Nick kept building snowmen for the rest of the winter.

Some leaned. Some melted. Some lost an arm to the wind.

But none of them died under a bumper again.

And every time I look at that corner of our yard now, 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.

Was the main character right or wrong?

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