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."