"Tell me a bed time story! Tell me me me me me!" the little boy jumped up and down on his bed. "Now, what did I tell you about jumping on your bed?" his uncle asked. "That I'm not allowed to do it, because if you'd get all excited too and decided to join me, you'd hit your head against the ceiling and I'd have to call 911 again..." the boy sighted. He fell in a huge pile of pillows. "My head thanks you," his uncle smiled. "You're welcome," the boy grinned, "Now tell me a bed time story already!" "Don't be so hasty. Everything comes exactly at the right moment for those who wait. Did you brush your teeth?" "Yes!" "I don't believe you." The man sniffed the boy's breath. "Yikes, what does my sister feed you?" "Pasta with lots and lots of garlic!" the boy laughed. Then his face suddenly turned grave. "It's against those ...