For the last few months, my son has been dying to ride in a Waymo. I mean, granted, he’s 13, and he’s been dying to do a lot of things, such as buy a $1,000 Chrome Hearts hoodie or be invited to Braden’s party even though Braden seems like the type who will finish high school in rehab.
But part of being a parent is sometimes saying, You know what? That’s stupid and tacky and it sounds terrible. But yes, we can do it.
