Happy Birthday Dadda!

This one is for Gammy.

I wish I could eat food. When my tonsils were still in I could eat chickies. Dadda, I just want to smell that meat, ok? I can't eat food because it will hurt my throat and make me throw up blood.

Today is Dadda's birthday. He is old. I don't remember how old he is. I'm just not very smart any more. We got Dadda a cake from Wal-Mart and I bought him some cool creatures. I drawed him pictures of a baby daspletosaurus and a baby dilophosaurus that came out of their eggs.

Wal-Mart is my favorite store. Do you know why? Because it has more toys than other stores and because it doesn't close at dark-time.

[Dad's Note: Bridger is still feeling the effects of the anesthesia and pain medication, so he's not quite himself yet. He has trouble remembering things when his medicine kicks in and it troubles him greatly.]