“He wouldn’t get it if you spelled it out in hot dogs.” .... ...I was thinking about what he said a moment ago. Spell it out in hot dogs… I open the stainless steel refrigerator wide, in search of hot dogs. They don’t have any. Darn it. It doesn’t necessarily have to be hot dogs, I realize. I could use anything. I slam the door and go to the pantry to retrieve a jar of trail mix. With that, I look around the room to make sure that no one is around- mostly because I don’t think that Mrs. Hanley would approve- and start to spell out “I like you” in almonds, peanuts, raisons, and M & M’s, all in that order being repeated perfectly.