Parla italiano

Eliot is keen on Italian, for some reason, and often asks me to speak it-- or the fragments I can dredge up on the way to QFC at the end of the day. She mimics astonishingly well (much to her disadvantage in terms of developing a good accent). She has a combination of a fine verbal memory and an excellent ear-- indeed she teases me about subtle (or not so?) differences in my pronunciation of English compared with the rest of the family. ("I'm a girl, but you say 'guhl'").