“What are you thinking about, pal,” we asked our 2 year old one day several years ago. The little boy seemed wise beyond his years. His demeanor was constantly introspective, his face adorable yet always very serious– as if he were in perpetual deep thought. Bridger looked up and responded matter-of-factly:
“Dinosaurs.”
Of course that’s what he was thinking about. Why would it be anything else?
His first toy dinosaurs– his “saurs”– were the little plastic figures most little boys have somewhere in their toy box. But to Bridger, these were more than just toys. They were the spark of his imagination, his joy, almost (in his young mind) the very meaning of his existence.
The “saurs” became “di-saurs” and his collection of prehistoric friends grew. Everybody knew him as The Dinosaur Boy. “I want to tell the world about dinosaurs”, he’d always tell us. I started writing down all the cute and amusing things he’d say so I wouldn’t forget. When he was 4, we decided to share his unique insight with the world by starting a blog for him.
He’s 8 now, and even though his interests have expanded beyond the world of the dinosaurs, nothing peeks his interest or touches his heart like his beloved dinosaurs. As you’ll see here, he writes about all kinds of things, from jungle survival tips to his favorite dolphin. The boy also talks politics, religion, and the deep philosopies of life. Bridger’s posts are sometimes scientific, sometimes hilarious. But they’re always good readin’.
CONTACT US: bridgersdad @ gmail.com (without the spaces, of course. We’re hiding from bots.)
The Dinosaur Boy 
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hey Bridger that is very sad about the kids in your class that make fun of dinosaurs. I miss you all ready I”m moving in two days I want to see you again I am not going to see you at school anymore that sucks I will come visit you sometime but I bet Texas will be fun but not without you and Weston. it is hard to move but I will see you someday. I will meet new friends . the coolest part is there is a big place called the stockyards and big zoo and a Rainforest cafe.
Jane I will miss you too! So does West. I hope we can see you again. Thanks for having that party on the 18th. It was so fun even though West banged his finger in the door. It’s still a little bluish and purple. I think we’ll be able to see you again. Maybe we’ll come see you next time we go to Texas.