When its time to go home from “school” there is often a little pile of paintings or other “artwork” to take with us.
Today, amongst the usual random scribbles, was this:
I asked “What does that say?”
“That’s my name. L…I…L…um….”
Presumably she was being helped by one of the carers. So she may not be able to write her own name yet, but she seems to understand the concept of there being a word which is her name, and which is spelled a particular way.