So I leave my house last Friday morning and approach the intersection at the end of the cul de sac. Just as I get to the intersection there is a sharp "bloink" from my windshield. I also see a little kid (probably 7 or 8) standing on the corner. (schoolbus stop) I realize he hit my car with a rock. I'm mostly sure it was in the air as I pulled up, but he shouldn't be throwing rocks in the street anyway. So I back up and pull up to him and ask him a few times why he hit my car with a rock. He would look at me. Then he starts crying and says he didn't mean to. A guy walking his dog a block away is eyeing me like I'm going to cram this kid in the car and speed away so I pull away from the curb and turn around. Then I see a woman across the street walking to the side walk and realize that this is his mom. She wants to know what is going on. I tell her that her son just hit my car with a rock. she says he didn't mean to and was very apologetic. I tell her little kids do these kinds of things and don't worry about it. (feeling like a worm because I just made a little kid cry). Today I just noticed that the windshield was cracked at the very bottom, below the wiper on the passenger side. The crack grew up the windshield 3 or 4 inches so it is noticeable now. I think I am going to just take care of it myself. Am I a putz? I could make a stink, but I don’t know if it is really worth it.