Yesterday evening we asked Caroline to go to her Nemo stuffed animal, and she immediately went. We were pretty sure she just got lucky and didn't really understand us, so we repeated the direction a few times with similar results. When I asked her where Nemo was this morning, she went from the other side of our living room and grabbed him. Of course, she doesn't understand anything really useful, like "stop ripping up our W-2 forms" or "don't chew the remote controls" or "mow the lawn." Luckily, the grass isn't very long yet, so she has a week or so to learn that last command.