The three boys and their mom all sat down to dinner. Kyle had a tall glass of milk, while Clay and Craig each had a can of soda. Janet drank a bottle of beer.
"Look at baby Kyle, still drinking his milk every night!" Clay said. "Maybe someday he will grow big and strong like us," he said to Craig, who laughed.
"Shut up, guys," Kyle mumbled, angrily.
"Yeah, boys, quit pestering your brother," Jan scolded them. "Besides, his milk is surely a lot more healthy than that garbage you two keep drinking."
Kyle looked at his milk and frowned. Maybe his brothers were right, maybe the milk was worthless. He'd been drinking it almost every day for the last ten years, and look where it had gotten him: still shorter than his brothers, and riding the bench at his basketball games.
"Okay," Kyle thought to himself, "this will be the last glass of milk I ever have. After this, I'll go to soda and Gatorade."
He picked up his glass and started chugging the milk, trying to get it over with quickly. The milk had a slight tingling taste that he'd never noticed before. It actually made it taste better, and made him want to drink it quicker.
After he finished the milk, Kyle wiped his mouth and ate a few more bite of dinner. He then put the rest of his food in the fridge, planning to eat it tomorrow morning for breakfast.
That night, while watching TV with Craig and Clay, a sudden sense of drowsiness suddenly came over Kyle. He started yawning, and could barely keep his eyes open. "I--I guess I'd better go to bed," he said.
"Man, Kyle, it's only 8:30," Craig said. "What are you, four years old?"
"Yeah, baby!" Clay joined in. "Can't stay up past your bedtime!"
Angrily, Kyle stormed off to the bedroom he shared with his brothers. His bed was across the room from the bunk beds that Craig & Clay shared. Quickly, he stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed. As he fell asleep, he thought, "Those two jerks! If only there was some way I could get back at them..."
After several hours of dreamless sleep, Kyle woke up suddenly in the night. He turned over and looked at his alarm clock: 2:30 in the morning. He turned back on his back and tried to fall asleep, but then his stomach growled loudly. Kyle looked over at his brothers' beds and saw them stir slightly in their sleep, but not wake up.
Kyle jumped out of bed and quietly left the room. His stomach growled again, even louder than before: he was starving! "I should've finished dinner tonight," he thought to himself. As he walked down the hall, everything seemed a little strange to him, but he attributed that to still being half-asleep.
He got to the refrigerator and pulled out his meal from last night. As he closed the door, he noticed something in the mirror next to the fridge that caused him to do a double take. "I must be seeing things," he thought. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes, ran over to the other side of the room and flipped on the light, than ran back to the mirror. Amazed, in the mirror he saw that he...
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