18 January, 1891
Mr. Reuben Crouch,I'm glad.
He's a sweet boy and very nosy. He talks a lot, mostly in babbles still, and will try and hold a conversation with anyone willing. He loves attention and will climb onto furniture or hold onto your leg if he thinks it will get him just a little bit. He's not much of a troublemaker, but has a sneaky hand for sweets. He's got large brown eyes and has my hair, but I can see your smile in his and even your face shape.
His favorite game to play is healer—perhaps because we have them in the family. He'll take toy dragons and poke hem with a toy wand and wrap strips of fabric around their legs. I can't claim to know you well, but I know he's very unlike me in some ways. He isn't afraid of heights or running into a crowd of people with no safeguards. He's a good boy, albeit a reckless one sometimes.
Whatever you wish to know, I'll tell you.
