Almost Infamous

As I have mentioned, P is an astute observer of the world around him. He also happens to be a very good reader. I am constantly amazed lately at the words he can read.

As we arrived in the Bahamas Wednesday and were processing through Customs, he was reading all of the signs aloud. He was particularly interested in the large ones posted reminding travellers to "Please stand behind the yellow line until called." There was, of course, a row of yellow tile about a foot wide that ran across the floor of the room to keep everyone queued appropriately.

Later that day, as we finally made it to Port Lucaya for a late lunch, P pointed out the Bahamian flags flying around the marina.

"What does their flag stand for?" he asked.

I told him I did not know, but I'd bet the aqua color represented the sea.

"Oh, and the yellow line is for 'please stand behind the yellow line!" he offered enthusiastically.

T & I laughed and laughed.

Fast forward 4 days. As we were processing back through Customs to leave the island, I really wanted to get a picture of the sign and our two huge carts full of luggage and car seats for the blog, I mean, posterity. :-)

As we rounded the corner from the first security checkpoint to the queue I knew I had but a moment to snag my shot, so I pulled out my huge Nikon (with its big zoom lens) and started snapping pictures rapid fire. It was like a paparazzi pose I had going. Snap. Flash. Snap. Flash. Snap. Flash.

I had taken 4-5 photos when I suddenly heard male voices (that's right, more than one) shouting AT ME.

"Hey. Hey! HEY! Stop that. Put down the camera. Ma'am! You can't do that in hear." They scolded.

My face turned red. I felt like an idiot. What was I thinking?

I sheepishly approached the desk where the Customs officer checked to see if I had deleted all of the pictures.

"I am so sorry," I offered. "I wasn't thinking. You see, my son saw the Bahamian flag and he thought..."

They did not think my story was funny.

I, however, will never be able to look at the Bahamian flag again without giggling...and shivering a little that it might have led to my international detention as a jihad-planning housewife in sassy flip flops.