I hyphenated my maiden name with my husband's name, so my husband, daughter, and son are Buttercup, Poopsie, and Zippy Liverfanny.
You see, it COULD be worse.
(My twelve year old son thinks this is the funniest thing he has ever read on FR. He has already printed out a copy to send to his fifteen year old sister at summer camp. I can hear the screams from North Carolina already . . . he already sent her two plastic toads and an envelope filled with confetti rigged to fall apart when she opens it . . . )
Typical 12 year old boy nonsense. But harmless (I think.)