D and JJ are in Bedland, the happy safe place. The clock ticks over to 11:00 am as a large truck lumbers past the front of the house. Glass rattles. D wishes he could get that same kind of response from their subwoofer. Both their stomachs rumble, anticipating breakfast.
JJ: I need food.
D: There's tons of food downstairs.
JJ: I need it now.
JJ chews on D's arm.
D: Uhm.
JJ pauses and looks up from her nibbling.
JJ: This just isn't doing it.
D: That's because I am not food.
JJ: You could be. If I was a cannibal.
D: If.
JJ: Yeah.
D: You are truly a UEI.
JJ: UEI?
D: Yep.
JJ: Is that anything like a UFO?
D: Sort of. But not.
JJ: An IED?
D: Nothing like an IED. Unless you like to 'splode.
JJ: Not really. An IUD?
D: No. You are much larger. And more interesting. And less dangerous - unless you were a cannibal - and I'm not going there.
JJ: QED? FYI? ASAP?
D: Not a thing like any of those.
JJ: Then what's it mean?
D: UEI: Unique Exceptional Individual. And you are. You just proved my point.
JJ: I wasn't trying to.
D: Exactly.
JJ: I'm hungry.
D: I see the look in your eyes. Let's make breakfast.
JJ grins and jumps out of bed, bunny slippers are slipped, martini pajamas 'jama'd, and breakfast is broken with much enjoyment.
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