We had all the Ottos together this last weekend at our house, all in one bunch. It was kinda bunchy.
Or maybe it was just right.
Aunt Meggy was visiting from Portland. I guess it’s the kinda place where they make you work on Christmas day. The upside was that we got to open stockings early. …And a few Christmas presents while we were at it. What the hey.
Even better, Boy and I didn’t have to have our usual fight over who had to go swimming. Megan, as it turns out, doubles as the default life raft for all Otto offspring. Eve loved it.
We had an early Christmas dinner to boot. Grammy showed up and cooked everything like magic. I think she has a few Christmas dinners under her belt.
How many Ottos is that anyways?
18! And not a rotten one in the bunch. 🙂