Hide not your talents...

Matt has a habit of absent-mindedly singing church hymns or primary songs.  Sometimes he just steals the melody and inserts his own lyrics.  I should have been writing these down from day 1.  I like this because:
1) I always like to listen to Matt sing
2) Sometimes it's really touching
3) But most of the time it's just funny
Today he informed me we were cleaning up the house.  A few minutes later while he folded laundry he sang, "I want my life to be as clean as earth right after rain..."

Just one of those little things that makes me happy.

Matt-isms

I know, I know. Matt's not senile. He's not a toddler. But, 'Out of the Mouths of Babes' has got nothing on him:

-Matt: Liz, it's snowing!

Liz: No way!

Matt: Yeah!... either that or it's raining... slowly....(getting quieter) Maybe it's not snow. Maybe it's rain.

-I often ask Matt to 'come look at this' when I find cute baby animal pictures online. His response this time was, 'I would rather throw up in my mouth... and swallow.'

'It isn't easy for me to calm down. I wasn't born calm... and I'm gonna die crazy!' Matthew David Preslar's response after I told him to calm down.

- (speaking of spells while watching a 'Harry Potter' movie) 'So, why didn't she just use that one in the first place? I don't understand magic at all.'

-(pointing to the 'not-socks' I was wearing) 'They're like little lingerie pantyhose on your feetsies!.... every young man is turned on by lace.'

-(during his Pharmacy rotation break and after I confronted him about drinking ALL of our Mt. Dew stash) 'That's what happens when you have nothing to do.... you fall into vices.'

-(saying prayers before bed)

Matt: It's your turn

Liz: No, it's your turn. I said it last night.

Matt: Well, it must've been pretty uneventful, cause I sure don't remember that.

- (after listening to me lament about how my weight fluctuates uncontrollably 7-12 lbs, and how, 3 weeks after our wedding (photos!), I promptly lost 12 pounds. STUPID HORMONES! ... anyway...) 'Liz, we men like curvy women...*continues driving through 30 seconds of silence* ... not so much 'roll-y', but curvy.'

-(on the couch and out of the blue on a weekend when we'd both been inoculated with a case of the blahs) 'Aren't we supposed to relax and feel good?! This is bull crap! I feel like crap!'

- 'You're always copying me like a little sister, Liz.' (He was eating an apple and I asked him to throw me one.)

- (attempting to mock me for stuttering) 'Please, speak... in complete paragraphs.'

- (picking me up for church and observing my vintage dress) 'Hi, sweetie. Ah, you look like a third grade teacher.'

- (during a small argument) 'If you're happy, I'm happy... that's why I'm mad all the time!'

Matt also likes to scold me occasionally by way of false compliments.

-'Well, you are dressed very austentaciously!.... you look... good.'

-'You are so adept at teaching, you can prepare your whole lesson during sacrament meeting!' (this was not true)

This kid makes me laugh! Love you, Matt ;)