Fairy Fury

Lu: "DAD, I need to cut that fairy out RIGHT NOW."

Jason: "No, babe, you need to eat your toast."

Lu: "Okay, well, Dad, you need to cut that fairy out. And you better be done cutting that fairy out before I finish eating my toast. Or else."

Jason: "Or else what?"

Lucy: "Or else I am going to be angry with you."

The man was done cutting the fairy out before she finished eating her toast.

Shameless JCPenney Plug

So I rarely talk about job specifics, but this is a project I've been working on that needs (and I think deserves) some exposure, so I am exploiting my readership of three. It's a weekly shopping show for JCPenney (the account I work on) designed to take the contents of their weekly newspaper circular and package it in a hipper, more online-friendly way. We've been shooting every week and having an edit of the show ready THE NEXT DAY, which is insane, but feels very TV news and exciting. Our director-editor is a bad-ass (as is the entire team, really).

This is the reason the blogs have been sparse lately. Also the reason I did not accomplish much on my Lu-free to-do list. It was worth it, I think. Watch it several times and go immediately to JCPenney and buy stuff. And tell all your friends.

Everybody Loves Jason

Would you look at this guy? He looks like someone you would cast in his own sitcom about being a dad. The show's all about how wacky it is to be a graphic designer dad of a precocious 4-year-old, married to her crazy mother. He is perfect for the role. The show would be nothing without him.

(Thanks to Jason for...everything. Thanks to Frank for the photos.)

They're Great!

This morning, we had a big fit over Frosted Flakes. My dad is visiting, and when he comes up, he brings his own food because he exists only on processed flour, sugar, caffeine and nicotine. And no, he hasn't had a heart attack yet.

So this morning Lucy goes ape over "Granddad's tiger cereal," which Jason let her have one time when I wasn't looking. Well, this morning, I am looking. And she is not having any.

There is definitely a moment, during the crying and carrying on, where I am tempted to say, "Fine, have your bleeping tiger cereal! And here's some coffee and a cig, while you're at it!" Instead, I send her to her room for a timeout. When she emerges, sniffling, she has come up with a great compromise: tiger cereal is only for special occasions, like her birthday. I am not sure how we're gonna get five candles in a bowl of cereal, but okay.