In my family the term goober has been adopted as a pet name. My sister started it, I think, several years ago, and for a long time it was used primarily between she and my dad when they would have pretend
fights. I’m not sure when or why this strange moniker worked its way in to my vocabulary and underwent its transformation to the familiar “goob,” but here it is, and apparently to stay. A zillion times a day I hear myself saying “come here, goob,” or “you’re such a goob,” or, when I’m feeling particularly silly (which is often) “you’re my little goober-monkey.” Maya now often refers to me as a goob and herself as a goober monkey.” It’s the cutest thing ever.
Thanks Sarah.
third_man | 20-Jan-06 at 1:28 pm | Permalink
As long as she also calls you “Mom”.
Zeer0th | 30-Jan-06 at 8:55 pm | Permalink
I do what I can. 😉