Maeve is currently an Ethiopian citizen. Sadly, this means I cannot put her on my Nexus pass, and therefore, we have to sit in the border line like everyone else, instead of getting the VIP treatment we know we deserve. Ha. I digress... sort of. We had to sit in a 40 min border line up this morning to get back into the states. 10 mins into this wait, Maeve decides riding in the car that is at a full-stop, isn't fun or entertaining anymore. Enter -- crying child. Crying child that is absolutely losing her mind and can barely swallow her own secretions by the time we get close to the agent. Okay. We are one car away... "Its okay Maeve... Its okay Maeve... we're almost through" as I'm trying to rock her carseat and sing, out-of-tune, nursery rhymes... yeah, she's not buying it. One freakin' car away and the agent takes, without exaggeration, 5 mins chatting it up with that driver. I am pissed. We need to move so my baby doesn't vomit all over herself because she's crying so hard. Finally... the car in front of me passes.
Me. I drive to the window. I hand him our passports... he completely ignores the fact that Maeve is wigging out. Fine. Whatever... I understand you have a job to do. He asked me if I had any more documentation for Maeve. I -- in an attempt to be patient, but probably didn't appear it -- told him that her Visa was in the passport and that should be all we need. He asked me a few more questions about that, but ultimately he didn't need anything further... And, then he proceeds in this line of questioning -- he asks me if Maeve is my child or if I'm adopting her. I respond somewhat curtly, "yes, she is my child and I have adopted her". He looked back and me and questioned further -- so is she your biological child? This is where I wanted to call him a bad name... but, because you don't piss off the border agents, I just answered the question again. And then he handed me our passports and I was allowed to drive away, which instantaneously ended the hysteria in the backseat.
I doubt the agent meant to annoy me, but... someone that spends their day asking immigration questions and dealing with people should really sort out their word choice... "is she your child or are you adopting her?" That question could be asked in a variety of different ways, without sending a parent reeling, sir.
Am I being too sensitive? I'm still slightly annoyed.
On another note -- so great to catch up, and for Maeve to meet, Grandma & Grandpa, Susan & James, and her new Bellingham peeps this weekend.... (Sadly my camera ate my current memory card. So, no photos... )