I turned on a CD in the car that we have never heard before: a Raffi album from the library.
As soon as the first song was over, Agnes clearly and repeatedly said, “Raffi. Raffi.” (Nobody had mentioned anything about it – she wasn’t repeating.)
I thought it was pretty odd and funny that she recognized the artist, remembered his name, and chose to say it. She hardly talks at all, yet.
Perhaps she is poised for a language explosion. I’m actually surprised she is taking this long to talk. It’s not late “on the charts,” but I did think she’d be an early talker. Guess she is too busy practicing being a grownup to learn to talk for now.