All children, except two, grow up: Peter Pan and Donald Trump Jr.
“He’s a good boy,” President Trump said of his scandal-engulfed son, in remarks that started off the record and then became on the record, apparently because he liked them so much. “He’s a good kid. And he had a meeting. Nothing happened.”
Here I was thinking that he was a 39-year-old man, married for a decade, with what, 5 children of his own, but I apologize for the error. I was wrong. He is still a very promising young man. (Most white men accused of wrongdoing mysteriously turn out to be promising, a vague quality that adheres the moment someone accuses you of sexual assault and does not vanish until the moment it is revealed that you were the Zodiac Killer. Sometimes not even then.) I owe him an apology for assuming that he was an adult capable of conducting himself through the world.
He is not.
He is still very, very young. Getting younger all the time. It’s even in his name. Junior.
Good boy. Good kid.