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Dear Lyra,
I would love to tell you about him.
Lysander is tall for his age (unsurprising.) He's a gentle child and has started to lobby me for a puppy. His favorite playmate is Alexander Pettigrew, T. Pettigrew's son, who is a year older than he is. I'm rather pleased with this, as Thom is also his godfather.
Lysander has always liked books - again, unsurprising - and my nanny has started to teach him his letters, a little earlier than she'd originally intended to but he's certainly interested in them. He likes stories of all kinds, and is constantly asking me to tell him one. My mother purchased him a kaleidoscope in March and he has since been fascinated by it. He also likes - well, really all children's games, although I must confess that he does not play outside very often.
I've enclosed a picture of him*, but it's a tad outdated - I took him to get fitted for eyeglasses shortly after it was taken, and he's been wearing them for the past month. I suppose that it makes him look scholarly, inasmuch as a child can.
Lysander is tall for his age (unsurprising.) He's a gentle child and has started to lobby me for a puppy. His favorite playmate is Alexander Pettigrew, T. Pettigrew's son, who is a year older than he is. I'm rather pleased with this, as Thom is also his godfather.
Lysander has always liked books - again, unsurprising - and my nanny has started to teach him his letters, a little earlier than she'd originally intended to but he's certainly interested in them. He likes stories of all kinds, and is constantly asking me to tell him one. My mother purchased him a kaleidoscope in March and he has since been fascinated by it. He also likes - well, really all children's games, although I must confess that he does not play outside very often.
I've enclosed a picture of him*, but it's a tad outdated - I took him to get fitted for eyeglasses shortly after it was taken, and he's been wearing them for the past month. I suppose that it makes him look scholarly, inasmuch as a child can.
August
* Lysander of a few months ago is lying on the carpeted floor of August's office, tinkering with a wooden soldier and sticking his tongue out at the photographer (presumably his father.) It's a moving photograph.