My Nephew Smashed My Brand-New Car With a Baseball Bat at My Sister’s Urging – So I Taught Her a Lesson She’d Never Forget

I agreed immediately.

Then I remembered that “small gathering” included Kelsey and Jeremy.

Before anyone arrived, I pulled Kelsey aside.

“I just need one thing from you tonight,” I said. “Please keep Jeremy away from the car.”

Kelsey smiled like I was being ridiculous.

“How could such a good boy possibly do anything bad, Kristen?”

And the strange thing was—Jeremy behaved perfectly that evening.

Almost too perfectly.

He sat quietly in the corner of the living room with his hands folded in his lap. He said “please” and “thank you.” He didn’t touch anything that didn’t belong to him.

But every few minutes he glanced toward the driveway window with a small, private smile.

I should have trusted my instincts.

I carried a stack of plates into the kitchen when suddenly the car alarm started screaming.

Then came another sound.

A dull, heavy thud.

I ran outside.

Jeremy stood in the driveway with a wooden baseball bat, swinging it into the hood of my car.

The windshield was already shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.

My sister stood on the porch watching.

Laughing.

“What a cool design!” she said. “This car actually looks better now!”