MY 8 YEAR OLD COUSIN IS GROUNDED UNTIL HE’S 35 AND I’M NOT EVEN JOKING. This kid really thought it was a good idea to throw something at my car “as a joke” and shattered my entire back window like it was a target practice game.
He was smiling waiting for me to laugh, like he just pulled the funniest prank on earth, and I’m standing there staring at a literal hole in my car in freezing weather. Glass everywhere, snow inside, and he’s like “I thought you’d be happy.” HAPPY FOR WHAT. For the insurance claim??
Now my car looks like it survived a disaster movie and I’m the one dealing with repairs, cold air, and explaining this to my family while he’s still holding the rock. And the worst part? I told his mom and she just laughed. Like what is the funny part here. Where is the joke. At this point I don’t even blame the kid, I blame whoever raised him to think chaos is comedy. This is why I don’t babysit and why nobody under 12 is allowed near my property ever again.
