Living in an "English" speaking country

All of you who thought we were living in an English
speaking country, I must correct your thinking.  I
knew when a six year old girl at the pool here asked
me, "Do you speak English" after we had already had a
10 minute conversation.  I thought I was speaking
English, when in fact, I was speaking American.
Totally different, believe me.

It began subtly.  I noticed that instead of yielding
to traffic, we must "give way."  Barbadians don't swim
in the ocean with a swimsuit, they bathe in the sea
with bathing togs.  At Cheffette (Barbados' answer to
McDonalds)you get chips with your chicken chunks.
Imagine the children's surprise when those turned out
to be french fries. Papayas are paw paws.  We are
invited out to tea, but most of the time, no tea is
offered (light snack and juice).  We don't wait a
while, we wait a bit. 

My oldest son was playing with some boys in the complex.  When
I asked him what they had played he said football.
Then he looked at me and said, "It was soccer really,
Mommy, but I didn't want to correct them."

Perhaps my 6 year old put it best.  We got some cookies at
the store for a treat.  The wrapper read, "Tea Time Biscuits." 

"Why does it say that, Mommy?"

"Because that's what people call them
here." 

With a skeptical look, he said,"I think we should just call them cookies."  I guess that was taking it a bit too far.