Sam laughed. "That would work, or we could use pots and pans," he grinned. "That's what I used to do when I was a kid until my mom couldn't stand it anymore and got me one."

Sam locked his door and headed off toward Hot Pans. He had been there almost daily during the summer. "It's sooooo good," he smiled. "You're going to love it," he said giving his tummy a pat. "I'd have to say that being close to Hot Pans is my favorite thing about having my parents own a shop on the Bon."