One of Nora's first words was "scoot", taught to her by her American grandmother. Whenever she sits on her chair at the coffee table every morning to have her morning bottle of formula, she says "Scoot! Scoot!" and expects me to help push the chair up to the table for her.
Only just lately she's taken to scooting her chair along the floor around the house as if it were some sort of primitive vehicle in a pre-wheel civilization. It's fairly cute, but not good for the floor, and the practice is rather prone to mishaps.