Frozen has dominated Miles’s life, and ours, for the last month. Little did I know, however, that a savior would arrive…a savior with a long history of entertaining the Martin family. In all my desperate wishing for Miles to find an alternative to Elsa and Olaf, hoping that another cultural figure would sweep in to save the day, I never dared hope it might be Pee-wee Herman.
To be clear, I have not pushed Pee-wee very much. Miles has seen a few Pee-wee toys in his Uncle Ben’s bedroom, and we watched one episode of Pee-wee’s Playhouse on Netflix, but this has been his only exposure to the character. And yet, those scant encounters clearly left a mark, because Miles started requesting Pee-wee by name last week. I couldn’t even believe he remembered him, and I pulled a copy of Pee-wee’s Big Adventure off the shelf and said, “You mean this guy?”
“Pee-wee!” he replied.
I know just about every episode of Pee-wee’s Playhouse backwards and forwards, but I gladly watch every episode of that show again on an infinite loop. Today, Miles is officially a Martin.