Yesterday, we bought pumpkins to decorate and put on the front step.
David spent a considerable amount to time drawing a vampire, a skeleton, and a graveyard with markers on one pumpkin.
He proudly put it on the front step last night.
This morning, we woke to smashed pumpkins on our front lawn. Our ghosts in the tree were pulled down and destroyed.
Looking down the street, I see the vandals threw potted mums and destroyed other neighbors yards as well.
This makes me sad.
How do you explain such crap to a six year old?