The moral to this story, that lying is never the best policy, was a good lesson. The main problem once again is Jill. Brad gets his license and takes the car to drive his friends to the basketball game. (I'm assuming driving laws differ state to state, because in my state, a 16-year-old driver cannot have passengers under the age of 20.) Jill starts obsessing about him having an accident and spends the entire evening acting like a lunatic, swearing something is wrong because of her "instinct". This gets unbearably tiresome after about 30 seconds, but continues way too long, until Brad finally calls and says he had an accident. Now we get Jill once again flouting her superiority because she was right. Another issue I have is the other driver immediately suing? I'm sorry but whiplash isn't that big of a deal. Why wouldn't he call and ask for insurance information? Whole situation was poorly portrayed.
Review of My Son, the Driver
