Root Beer It is late at night and my brother, Tim, and, I, need to get to bed. Trying to think of an excuse to stay up a little longer, we complain to our dad how thirsty we are. Our dad gives in, and we make a trip downstairs to the kitchen. To our amazement, we find there is still some soda left in the fridge. There are about two cups of liquid left in the liter-sized bottle. My dad looks exhausted and anxious, so he decides to let us drink the soda. My dad is not too concerned with...
