Hey, dad, what were those old nicknames you used to have for us?
Oh, well now Scotty. I used to have a lot of nicknames for you boys; little one, squirt, kiddo, my shining stars.... too many to name them all.
But if you want specifics:
Scott, you were Scooter most of the time, though when you got older you were nicknamed Flyboy by your brothers, for your love of the sky.
Virgil was Da Vinci (or sometimes Picasso, it varied on his mood and art style), or the little cuddle bear, you all say he gives the best hugs.
John was the little Starman, head always turned to the sky, and no matter what he says, he does like being called Johnny from time to time.
Gordon will forever be fish-feet, I swear that boy was born to swim, and when he won Gold at the Olympics, I seem to recall you boys using Goldfish in an endearing way for him.
Alan, oh our little Allie, he’s a rocket-boy through and through, my miracle baby, your momma’s most precious gift to us.
