I pull a blue glass out of our cupboard, pour some skim milk in, and then a little liquid chlorophyll–or, as my Dad likes to say, “Hulk juice”, therefore making my milk turn a marble-ey green. I stir it quickly, hoping to be able to down it before one of my younger siblings comes by and asks for a “Hulk drink” of their own. But before my secret feat can be carried out, Peter comes by and asks where on earth I got my milk to turn green. I look around desperately: there! Sitting next to my cup is a bottle of fish oil pills. The bottle is dyed green, and, thinking quickly, I eloquently say, “Um, ah, well, I, ah, put, ah, fish oil pills in… here. Yeah.” I put on a confident smile and continue to stir my Hulk milk. “Really?” Peter asks suspiciously. For a good reason. “How’d you get the outside off?”
“Easy!” I reply, starting to get the hang of it, “These pills don’t resist too hard. They give if you give ‘em a good squish.”
“And you just put it in your milk and it turned green?” Peter asked incredulously.
I swallowed, imagining sour milk with an even more sour smell with little oil bubbles floating around, and I say, “Yep! tastes pretty…good.” I quickly stir my milk again, and take a sip. I would give Peter a smile to give him confidence, but if I smiled at him right now, I’d burst into laughter.
To my dismay, he exclaims, “Awesome! I’ll have some right now!”
Oh, NO. Yet I’m struggling not to laugh. Micah strides into the kitchen, and, seeing my Hulk milk, wants some, too. Peter, thankfully, explains how disgusting fish oil makes your milk turn green. Micah asks for my verification, and I, really trying hard to swallow down a giggle, nod. A little more hesitant than Peter, Micah pauses, then uncertainly pulls out a cup of milk. I can’t stand it–I run upstairs and spill the whole tale to Mom, and she can’t help but laugh. “Mom!” I gasped, “I put chlorophyll in my milk–” Micah, hearing me, exclaims, “I knew you were kidding! Chlorophyll, huh?” and races down to the kitchen to stop Peter just in time from putting the disgusting pills in his milk. I giggled some more, and downed the rest of my own Hulk milk. Throwing my cup in the sink, I smile as I head downstairs. Some may call what I had just done a practical joke. A lie, even. Or, “just a fib”. But I think that every once in a while, we just need to loosen up and just joke around and have a little fun. I think Micah and Peter thought it was kinda funny, too.
“Hulk milk”! :D

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