Every Time My Son Built a Snowman, the Neighbor Knocked It Down—Then My Child Showed Him Something Memorable
This winter, my eight-year-old son, Nick, declared our front yard needed snowmen—lots of them. Not one or two, but a whole crew, each carefully named and outfitted with sticks for arms, pebbles for eyes, and a ratty red scarf he insisted made them “official.” His chosen spot? The corner near the driveway, a few feet…