Tempo di imparare

A goofy grin would be given in response to his father’s question. “Me? Ha..haha! Never!” No way he was admitting any faults! The boy would adjust himself, looking to Starling as he came up. Tail would wag behind him, stirring up a little dust cloud as his brother bumped his shoulder. “Starling~~” The boy would greet happily. Yes, Shrike had little cares in the world. Everything was truly fine, especially when he was around his family. The next to arrive was certainly the more quiet and serious of the siblings. Lark would arrive on scene, and Shrike would greet him as well with an excited bark {while, of course, still flopped down on the earth}. “Heya Lark!”

Their mother would approach as well with a little Finch hanging off her leg, approaching from behind Lark and greeting him first, then their father. The lat to arrive would be Sparrow, bringing with her a bug. Shrike would raise a brow, glancing over at it, before their father began to speak. It was...a lesson? For Italian... The boy would sit up straight, head cocked to the side as the words, so strange in his ears, left his father’s mouth. Cavalletta. Insetto. Madre. Padre. Fratelli. Sorelle. Ciao. Arrivederci. Buongiorno. Buonanotte. Shrike would furrow his brow, sighing. “Dad... You’re going too fast. That’s too many words!” They were already getting mixed up in his brain, leaving the boy in a frustrated state.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'