The neighbor kid isn’t the only one who does dumb things… my kids had their share.
We lived in Maine and I went all winter with a cracked windshield because I didn’t want a rock getting kicked into a new windowshield (they used 1/2 inch screens to filter sand and cinders).
So one Friday afternoon in May, I finally had the windshield replaced. Saturday afternoon Phil and Chris played catch in the side yard. Chris threw a ball high and hard… and hit the car… cracking my new windshield.
His father was not a happy camper. 🙂