I remember spending Christmas Eve at my paternal grandparents. They came from Italy. Gram would be cooking and my Gramp, Dad and Uncles would be playing cards at the kitchen table. There would be some loud, innocent yelling among the men..in Italian. My Gram would stop cooking, go to the table, hit it and say, “ speaka da English..speaka da English.” She knew that it was the right thing to do.
Oh, that is so sweet :-) I can just picture in an Italian Nonna doing that.