My wife and I went to the temple, and left the 17-year-old to manage things, and pick up his sister from play rehearsal. When we got out of the temple, we had a text saying he had backed the car into the garage door. Funny thing about garage doors--you actually have to open them before you can successfully back the car out (well, I suppose with enough speed...)

Anyway, the boy still lives. I told him, "Good night Taylor, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."