Milo stood at Grandpa's kitchen counter. The green bottle with the red label sat near the edge. He reached out a hand.
Milo picked up the bottle. The glass was cool against his fingers. He tilted it back and drank deeply.
A happy hum escaped his lips. Then his eyes widened. The sour fizz hit his tongue like vinegar.
He coughed. Tiny droplets sprayed onto the counter. The young boy's face turned bright pink.
Grandpa's bedroom door creaked open. The young boy froze. A woman peeked around the frame.
"What on earth?" gasped the woman. Then they all started laughing. Their heels clicked on the tiles.
The young boy held the bottle behind his back. A tiny burp escaped. He giggled at himself.
The woman handed him a tall glass of cold water. The young boy drank quickly and smiled at the old man.