An Evening At The Food Maverik

This one goes to Granny from Teskas. She reads this every day.

I love going to the food Maverik! That's a place where you get candy, but it has food too. The Maverik by my house has no food. There was a girl that gave me my favorite ice cream. I forgot to tell her thanks, so I had to find her and tell her thanks. At the food Maverik I eat chicken bones. I pretend they are dinosaur bones. I love the meat that's on the top. I rip it to shreds!

I only like two meats- chicken bones, and meat that's inside of garbage. The round meats. The ones in wrappers.

A very long time ago, some little boys found a cave and found dinosaur bones. But they were not dinosaur bones at all. They were real velociraptors! Those boys are the only ones who know about it. It's not for really real. It's pretended. Only in the story they are real.

I just flossed my teeth. Mmm... That was good floss. Could I have another one? It tastes so good.

Yesterday we read about a pleiosaur that was a fierce hunter that was attacked by a pleurodon. It got attacked and ran to the river and swam off. I'm so excited to see which dinosaur we read about next!

[Dad's Note: The "food Maverik" Bridger is referring to is the Denny's-type restaurant inside the Flying J truck stop near our house. Bridger thinks all gas stations/convenience stores are Maveriks. I think with the "meats inside of garbage" he's talking about Slim Jims. Weston loves them and we always refer to the empty wrappers as garbage.]