OK Universe, I enjoyed myself.

And enjoying myself this weekend was just being with my kid.

She bowed to the mushroom fountain at the indoor pool. She must have learned the move in a cultural awareness session at school; I don’t remember doing it in front of her. She put her hands in prayer position, bowed, and said “I bow to the mushroom.”

We made a massive pillow fort and watched movies.

We observed oil and water not mixing. I was trying to drive home the importance of chapstick and how licking your lips is not a substitute for moisturizer. She decided I am a scientist.

We drove to the bay for ice cream cones. In the car, I told her we could do whatever we want. She said “No, we can only do what we want at home. Otherwise, the police might get us.” She clarified, quite correctly, that we cannot do anything we want while driving.

We sang Bob Marley songs together.

We went into a Turkish import shop in an old row house. She asked “Is this a store or a house?” I told her store. “They have stairs. Cool store.”

She wanted to feed the seagulls, but we didn’t have food. I told her they would hang out with us anyway. She screamed “Sorry we didn’t bring any food sea eagles. We still like hanging out with you! Thanks!”

She said birds are beautiful and fun. I said I know; that’s why I call her birdie. She blushed.

She talked about aminals. I think animals should be aminals. That’s what all the kids call them.

She got on my nerves. She kept talking about “stupid.” “I’m stupid like a wet shoe. I’m stupid like a house falling down. I’m stupid like…”

She kept telling me I don’t exist. And asking where the zipper was on my back so she could reveal the monster inside and go get her real Mommy. Or a new Mommy.

I tried to take a nap while she played with my hand and whispered how much she loves me.