Your Very Own McDreamy Finger McPuppet!

 

(WARNING: GRATUITOUS POST ALERT.)

So, you’re probably saying to yourself, Why, Soup – why a Patrick Dempsey finger puppet?

(You mean, other than because he is such eye candy?)

Well, funny story, that – ha HA!

So, Sunday morning, we’re all getting ready to go to church. Not the earlier, 9:15 service that we usually attend, where there is Sunday School, but the later, 11:00 service, because, well, we were TIRED and we slept late. The boys grumble less about going to the later service, too, so frankly, it’s the path of least resistance. (I know. Shut up.)

I’m flying around in the kitchen trying to get myself ready, because I have to be there 30 minutes before the service so I can rehearse with my choir. (I sing in the choir. I am an alto. It’s true.)  The Peezer had come out of his room after sleeping later than we had every reason to expect (or hope), and was sitting at the table, eyeing up his new art set that Santa brought him at Christmas.

“I want to make something,” he told me.

“OK, Peeze – what?”

“A puppet, Mommy.”

Riiiight. A puppet. In an uncharacteristic flash of brilliance, I thought, finger puppet! And glanced at the giant stacks of clutter on every available surface adjacent table, where I spied the most recent Esquire magazine.  (Do you read Esquire? If not, you really should. There’s some damn fine writing in that magazine.) I flipped through, looking for a face, any face (preferably one that didn’t have writing on the other side, as I haven’t read this issue yet), and what I found was  Patrick Dempsey in Versace.  (Praise Jesus!)

I instructed the child to cut out the handsome guy’s head, and then cut a strip of plain paper. I taped the two together, secured it around the kid’s finger, and thus, the McDreamy Finger Puppet was born.  The Peezer was pleased, and I was patting myself on the back for my creativity.

Then, I left for church and promptly forgot all about it.  Curt and the boys followed later, almost on time for the service. (We joke that we have yet to learn what the beginning of the church service is actually like because we are always just a wee bit late. Always.)

Fast-forward to halfway through the service. I’m sitting in the choir loft, facing the congregation. Curt’s in a pew near the front, by himself (the boys are off at what they call “Junior Church” and what we call “thank GAH we can stop shushing the kids for the next 50 minutes”). I glanced over to catch Curt’s eye, and when I did, what did I spy but Patrick Dempsey‘s head bobbing around on the pew in front of Curt. It seems the Peezer had brought McDreamy to church, then left him in the pew when he exited, but Curt apparently was still, um, playing with the finger puppet.

It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. And you know how inappropriate that is during church. Especially for a good Methodist like me! We don’t even CLAP in church, let alone giggle!

Anyway, it was a hoot, and I thought that my readers - all seven of you – might want to share in the fun. Thus, at the top of this page, you can click on McDreamy’s handsome-as-all-get-out face and make your very own finger puppet. Grab your scissors and your tape, carefully cut along the dotted lines, tape the band to your finger, and have yourself some good, old-fashioned fun!

(Don’t say I never gave you anything.)