Go to work, daddy!

Friday afternoon, I’m home after a day – nay, a week – of work, Oliver comes in with my shoes, sets them down in front of me and says, “Papai…sapatos…trabalhar” (“Daddy…shoes…to work”)! Smart kid, but a stern taskmaster.
He’s also figured out that Leda is more responsive to people who call her by her name, and now when he really wants action he yells “Leda, Leda.” He’s also taken to calling me and his Avó by our names as well, “John Norvell” in my case, “Dona Maria” in hers.