Sooo….my youngest and I had some mother/son time tonight. One on one. Since I grew up in the 80’s, I loved that there was a Pee-Wee Herman special on Netflix.
For all you youngins’ out there who have never heard of Pee Wee Herman listen up: he was a man child that lived in the 80’s. If Michael Jackson had a boyfriend, Pee Wee Herman would be it. Pee Wee Herman came into our homes via tv every Saturday morning. It was stupid, un-thought provoking and pure fluff for our brains.
So when my 7 year old chose Pee Wee Herman I felt nostalogic. When Joe Manganiello came onto the screen with Pee Wee, I felt aroused.
“You know C that man, J, is the same age as me? In fact we were born on the same day!”
“So that makes him your brother? Like twins?” C asked.
He wasn’t going to steal this from me.
“NO! That isn’t my brother. That’s gross. He’s so Hoo——” I suddenly remembered who I was talking to. As much as I wanted to confess my undying love for this hottie, I resisted for my sons.
“I’m just saying we both share our birthdays on December 28th.