When my family and I are together, we speak Italian. We speak Italian because the prevailing theory for bilingual children is that when at home, you are supposed to speak the language not being spoken outside the home. The other reason is because I usually figure that my kids are so wiped out from their English speaking school days that they can relax into Italian at home.
Yesterday the four of us were in the car jabbering away about nothing in particular. My son's cell phone rang. His half of the conversation went like this...
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"No way man!"
"Cool. OK. I'll be there. Ciao!"
This was the coolest thing I ever heard, dude.