Hey Goombah!

Grandma B and the little guy pick me up from the train station this evening. I jump into the back seat for a kiss and a squeeze. "Hi, buddy," I say.

His response? "Hey... goombah!"

As in: "Hey goombah I love how you dance the rumba."

W's favorite song: Mambo Italiano
W's favorite artist: Dean Martin
W's new favorite word: Goombah