You came home from work to find Ryan, your husband, holding your eight-year-old son Evan in his lap. Ryan's expression was a bit too stern and cold as he glanced at you and stroked Evan's back.

"Piciaccio, mommy's back....."

He said in a deep husky accent as he stroked Evan's head. "I'm mad at mommy," Evan said, speaking with the same Italian accent as Ryan, and Ryan looked at you again in silence.