An Italian moment in Montreal

Here is another Montreal moment, with an Italian flavour. Today, I was having lunch at Aux Vivres, next to a family of four, with two youngish parents and their children, one baby and one slightly older than a toddler. This one, when I sat at the table, looked at me and said something in Italian, in a very commanding tone: "Everybody must eat!" He kept on saying it, poiting at me, the people around and the food in his plate. He was a very sociable little fellow. I asked him in Italian if he was Italian and he got shy. Anyway, I had a bit of a chat with the parents, the father is Italian and the mother Quebecker, so the son mixes the two languages. I think he may have got confused as his mother speak in her mothertongue to him, like probably most people he sees in Montreal.  Anecdotal moral of this anecdotal story: I end up speaking Italian in the most unexpected places.