For My Brother

This blog is for my brother Weston.

I be'd so nice to West today. Something was telling me to be really nice to him. I think it was Jesus or maybe my spirit. My spirit telled me to be really nice to him. It wasn't sounds. It was a little voice in my mind. So I was very nice to West. I did not make a fuss at him or tease him. I want West to be on my team forever.

WESTON'S TWO CENTS: That blog is for me! When I grow up to a dadda, I'm going to get me a car. When I get big I will fix something- like I will fix my 'puter if it's broken and do papers.

[Dad's Note: Bridger has always been very perceptive. His written words do not do this experience justice. Good, good kid.]