There are many fantastic scenes in The Jerk that I often refer back to during troubled times when I need a good laugh. One such scene is when Navin (Steve Martin's character) leaves his mansion after finding out he's dirt poor again. I think he's drunk too. Drunk and distraught - two of comedy's finest ingredients. Anyway. So he starts saying all he needs in life is this and that, and he starts randomly grabbing items from his office, hallway, and then outside. I've been kind enough to embed the video clip, in case you don't know what I'm talking about:
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Mateo is my Navin R. Johnson. No, no, he's not getting drunk and even slightly distraught (well, unless we tell him Zoe is going to use his toothbrush or wear his socks or something, then he gets distraught, but he also gets his teeth brushed and warm feet), but he does have this odd tendency to start grabbing random things and lugging them around with him as he trails me while I'm going from room to room, doing whatever.
Case in point: Yesterday when we got home, we went into his room to take off his shoes and put his jacket away, and he grabbed a stuffed cat and was holding it. I moved into my bedroom, and he followed with the cat. While in there, he grabbed an edge piece from his play mat that made it into our room (the are all over the place because of him and the cats dragging them about) and a box that held a bra I particularly like, so I'm keeping the box in hopes I can find a good deal on the brand/style online (the bra goes by a number; I'm so sad that I wear bras that go by numbers and not sexy names like "lacy love lumps"). I went back into his room, and he followed me like a little duckling, clutching the bra box, an edge to the play mat, and his stuffed cat.
Then in the wee hours of the morning, he woke up and was screaming Mommmmmmaaaaaa!" and since he's been having those night terror issues, I don't hesitate to go in there now. After scrambling all over the place, trying to find him a pacifier, he calmed down and was just silently watching me. And, of course, he was wide awake by then. Because it took me forever to find the stupid pacifier, which was in his crib with him. Because that's how things go in the wee hours of the morning, I'm finding.
As I was getting him out of the crib, he grabbed his "baby" (blanket) and his stuffed Elmo. I sat him on my lap and rubbed his back. All of a sudden he decided he needed the stuffed cat too. I gave it to him, and he was holding Elmo and the cat in a death lock of a hug while fingering the "worry corner" on his blanket. Right then and there I thought: Navin.
So yes, my boy is a reincarnation of Navin R. Johnson. And that's okay. Because maybe he'll invent something like Navin did in the movie, but hopefully if he does, he won't make people be permanently cross-eyed like Navin did.