"Ooh ? What?" Homer snapped a little bit out of his work upon hearing the small voice and a tug on his leg. He smiled, knowing that little voice and turned to face the young Bartholomew J. Simpson.
With a gentle expression, his father asked, "Hey, son. Can I do something for you?"
"Teddy bear?" Bart pointed up to a shelf, "Please, Daddy?"
Seeing the ragged brown stuffed animal sitting there, Homer nodded, "Of course, son. Let me get it for you." As he took it down, Homer sighed happily, "I had almost forgotten about this."
As the young boy received the special bear, he said, "Thanks, dada. I will be nice to it."
Homer lifted his son in his arms, "I got this teddy bear when I was your age. My mother gave it to me. You can have it. It's a father-son gift, be nice to it." As he spoke these loving words, the two embraced warmly, wanting to never stop this moment.
Then his father placed him on the ground as he said, "Go out and play with your new teddy bear." As Bart walked of