Frustratingly cute #73

Bunnybear's daddy recently tried to explain to him what contracts are. Yesterday we went to a birthday party and before, while we were having lunch, bunnybear told me he'd made a contract:

"Dear *name of birthday girl*,

We hope we come to your birthday five meters ago. You are four years old and five.

That's what my contract says.

I will send a happy face on my contract."

:-)