Surrounded by id... Nah, I'm not gonna say it

So, picture this. You are lying on the couch trying to take a nanna nap because you've only had a few hours sleep the night before, and when you've been trying to write the words are blurring, and your eyes stinging... In the distance, as you lie there with a brain too active for sleep, you can hear a conversation. It is your husband and your son. Your husband is telling your son he can drive the car (already in the driveway) further up the driveway. Your son is only thirteen. He's never driven a car before, and this car's a manual. You think, should I get up and tell him (the husband) not to be so stupid, that if he asks the son to do this, the son will put the car through the fence? You consider your answer. While you do, there is a sound. You know this sound. It is the sound of a car crash -- the sound of a car going through a fence. You get up, but you already know what you will find. You have taken too long. Your warning is moot. The horse has bolted. (Metaphorically, speaking.) The fence is broken -- the crossbeam broken and all the pickets out. The car is several feet into the garden, and the dogs are just staring. Lucky they were further back. You hear your husband blaming your son for this. Time to have a little discussion, you think.