The Professor Who Went to Paris

The Professor Who Went to Paris

Once there was a professor of philosophy, about 5 years older than I am now, who went to Paris.

He had a 15-month-old daughter, and he missed her so much he came back home early.

He picked up a teddy bear for her in the Charles de Gaulle airport or maybe at a layover in London, he could never remember afterward.

So sometimes she said it was London, and she played London Bridge with Teddy the Bear.

And sometimes she said it was Paris, and she looked up words in her “My First French Dictionary” or her Daddy-who-was-studying-French dictionary and wrote poems for Teddy l’Ourson.

She started studying French so that Teddy could speak his own language.

Teddy has a very high squeaky voice, and he is very feisty about his color. But he was a skilled athlete and won many Olympic medals.

Later Teddy came with her to Tahiti.

And to Spain.

And finally back to his patrie (if it wasn’t London).

He got along well with Sébastien.

And like her Daddy, he danced at her wedding.

Sometimes, it’s surprising, what presents you can give your children.

Happy Birthday, Daddy.