If you knew Otto like I know Otto...

Wherever the child goes, he makes an impression. Maybe it's his name. Maybe it's his inherent coolness. It never, ever fails to happen and it never, ever fails to amaze me.

Today he and his brother Gunther went to day camp for the very first time ever. Their get-it-done-at-the-last-minute-only-when-it-absolutely-has-to-get-done mother faxed over their health forms last night.

Just in case the fax didn't come through, I also sent each child with a copy of the form.

This morning, I got a call from the nurse, inquiring about said health forms. The fax was illegible so I directed her to the children's backpacks.

Her friendly response indicated that there are 400 children at the camp and that she only interacts with them when they're sick and the chances of her ever seeing the health forms from the backpacks was slim to none.

Oh, but then she remembered. She hasn't met any of the 400 children yet EXCEPT Otto. She happened to bump into his tribe this morning and was intrigued by his name (which is the same name as the camp doctor). So, she actually spoke with him and might be able to find him.

And, by the way, what a charming little boy that Otto is...

He'll have them eating out of his hand before the end of the day. Or, more realistically, by lunch.