A few years after that, I posted a picture of The Man's mini me on Craftster. This was the extent of the marionette's usefulness. Honestly, what do you do with a tiny little husband that doesn't respond any better when you pull his cords than the full size real life one?
Husband puppet has spent a lot of time in storage this past decade.
More recently the kids have resurfaced the marionette and ended up hopelessly entangling him up in his own strings.
I did consider restringing him but then I had a better idea.
Encasing him in glass.
Cutting his strings down to about four inches long, The Man marionette went quite nicely into a 4" by 6" shadowbox. I used the strings to pull The Man into this clever air guitar stance and secured the strings to the back with tape.
Every time I look at him I can't help but picture Bill and Ted's air guitars (goofy handed, of course).
He now hangs (strums) on the wall behind our kitchen table, right behind The Man's left shoulder. I think he adds an air of levity to our dinner conversation. Whenever The Man is sternly reminding the kids to eat their veggie or otherwise exerting his authority, I can see the kids' eyes flicking towards their Air Guitar Daddy. I hope they're thinking that they can't help but respect a man who has a puppet of himself playing air guitar. Because that's what I'd be thinking if I hadn't already gone to "Sixty-nine, dudes! (Extended air guitar solo!)"
Perhaps, just to change it up a bit, I will put a little skull in his hand and change him Declaiming Hamlet Daddy instead. Or have him do Gangnam Style like I did with my girl Timber's doll?
It's all about respect, dudes.