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 SΓ©bastien.

And like her Daddy, he danced at her wedding.


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

Happy Birthday, Daddy.

  • Aaaaw, that’s a wonderful story! Love all the photos.

    Big Happy Birthday wishes to your dad!

    April 4, 2007 at 7:23 am
  • Sweetest thing ever! Now my teeth hurt. πŸ™‚

    Beautiful tribute. Happy Birthday to The Dad!

    (And now back to doing a little dance because I feel SPECIAL because I saw a little picture.)

    April 4, 2007 at 8:04 am
  • I applaud!!!!!!!
    Totally, totally amazing!!!

    April 4, 2007 at 9:43 am
  • You know, in your Year of Firsts, this is a wonderful thing. Thanks for including us in this. Your dad would be touched. I know that I am.

    Oh yeah, and your husband is hot. And it’s no wonder he picked you. You, my dear friend, are stunning! Not a Boop in sight. πŸ™‚

    April 4, 2007 at 11:10 am
  • Oh, Laura, I’m speechless. You must be missing your dad so much right now. Thanks for sharing part of your scrapbook.

    April 4, 2007 at 1:25 pm
  • That was a very beautiful tribute to your dad.

    Also? Your husband is pretty cute. Almost as cute as my husband. Hee hee.

    April 4, 2007 at 4:26 pm
  • OK Laura, I’ll tell you my real name now. The next time we meet for chocolate! Only four more days to go….

    and Teddy is hot.

    April 4, 2007 at 7:22 pm
  • There’s something about a man wearing nothing but a tie and orange fur, right, Jayne? πŸ™‚ 2 more days now! And you’ll be fit for chocolate company again. This calls for celebration.

    Thank you all, ladies. Yes, we all miss him.

    April 5, 2007 at 12:36 pm
  • What a well loved bear!
    How lucky you are to have two men who love you.
    Thanks for sharing about your childhood and showing your handsome men!
    Happy Birthday to your Father!

    April 5, 2007 at 3:33 pm
  • May you and your family have a blessed and happy Easter

    April 6, 2007 at 6:23 am
  • For being in his early 30’s, Teddy is plush, stuffed hotness.

    And you should be proud of your boop.

    April 6, 2007 at 6:35 am
  • Yes, but his joints are starting to give out. I believe a tennis elbow operation is currently in order, if I can find the right ancient orange cloth to patch it with. Age, it hits us all.

    Less than 48 hours until chocolate now. Are you counting? πŸ™‚

    April 6, 2007 at 3:03 pm
  • Tami


    Happy Belated to your Dad πŸ˜€
    Thanks for sharing these darling pics, oh a that last one with the gorgeous *couple*. May I just say that you and Sebastien are blessed most assuredly. (He looks exactly as you described and I thereby pictured him)

    I finished BLAME IT ON PARIS last night. Now I’m going to gush about it over at fabb. I loved it and I’ve lots of people who will feel the same after they read it too.

    April 6, 2007 at 4:43 pm
  • Sebastien does look the man pictured on the cover of “Blame it on Paris.” And he’s almost as good looking as Teddy. I hope the surgery goes well. And I’m counting the hours now! The last Florand Cherry Truffle is calling my name….

    April 7, 2007 at 7:08 am
  • Tami

    We just finished coloring our eggs. Which brings to mind refrigerating the little pretties. Do they *really* have to be refrigerated? I bet in France they don’t πŸ˜‰ And we never did when I was little. Left them out, peeled and ate them Easter morning….right along with the foil chocolate eggs and marshmallow peeps.

    April 7, 2007 at 2:57 pm
  • I bet in France they don’t, either. It might affect the flavor or something. πŸ™‚

    Actually, if they’re not cracked, they should keep well, shouldn’t they? Boiled and kept hermetically sealed, I don’t see what could go wrong overnight. But I’m no expert.

    Jayne, I can’t believe you had a truffle sitting in your house for all of Lent. I forgot you were going to save that one. Well, as you’ll see, today’s post is in your honor. And Tara Marie’s–I think she gave up chocolate, too. The crazy people you meet writing books and blogging. πŸ™‚

    April 7, 2007 at 3:49 pm
  • This was a very nice tribute to your father! Very thoughtful of you! Loved to see Teddy πŸ˜€

    April 8, 2007 at 6:28 pm
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    December 11, 2010 at 1:50 am
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