Tonsil Day Tomorrow

This one is for Dustin who lives in the hostipal because he has obetes.

Tomorrow they will take my tonsils out because they are too big. And they make me not sleep good. I have to wait 20 minutes to go to sleep. They will put me to sleep when they take my tonsils out but I wish they could just do it when I am awake so I can see them.

When they put me to sleep I will dream about dinosaurs. I will dream about a daspletosaurus called "Little Das" that wanders out into the jungle alone. Maybe I will dream about Jesus too. Dinosaurs and Jesus.

When I am 8 I will get the priesthood power. It is 164 powerful! I will just bless all the poor people who never got blessed. At the hostipal party they gave me a bracelet and a special hat. Shoot! I just forgetted my special hat at Gammys.

I'm thinking about Wal-Mart, about how they don't close at dark time like other stores. Why do other stores have to close? I don't know what to think about that.

UPDATE: Tiffany, my dadda read me your letter about Wal-Mart. Maybe if other stores can find good workers like Wal-Mart they won't have to close at dark time. I think those workers live at Wal-Mart.

[Dad's Note: Dustin (aka. Dus-E-Boy) only spent 3 days in the hospital, but for some reason Bridger insists he still lives there. Tonight he attended a special orientation at the hospital for kids having surgery. He's pretty excited to get his tonsils out- though we have mentioned nothing about the needles.]