My sister is known to her family, and anyone who knew her as a young child, as Scooter. She earned her nickname when, as an infant, she would scoot around the house. You could put her down on her blanket and find her across the room, without ever knowing exactly how she got there. The nickname stuck, and until she was six years old and informed her teacher one day, "My name is Allison," the name Scooter was written on the roll of her first grade class. Her teacher obliged and "officially" changed her name in public, but she is still Scooter to my parents and me.
Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce Scooter: the next generation.