How can I not eat this?

I love coming home from work and unwinding with Koala for a few minutes. Or half an hour. Or hour. However it ends up any particular day.

Today we played with trains. Unfortunately, Koala has a parent with a short attention span, which I suppose might be a genetic misfortune.

So after the train was wound up to make another round, I got up and wandered over to see what work emails I had to respond to.

Next thing I know I look down and Koala is holding my leg, looking up at me, and saying:

“Mama! Bo! More.”

Sorry work, but the trains win.






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