Like Father, Like Son

We were in the bank the other day, Dez, Bubba and I. I was at a teller window, taking care of business, Bubba was at the next window, which was unoccupied (When have we ever seen all teller windows at a bank actually atended and in use, really?), trying really hard to see above the counter top. He spies a rather attractive young lady sitting at her desk in the office section behind the counter. He says "Helooo!"

I can only imagine the sight from her perspective, nothing but the big, beautiful brown eyes of a three year old barely poking above the counter top. "Well, hello!" She replies, "How are you?"

"GooOOd!", he answers, "How YOU doin'?"

Joey Tribbiani would have been so proud.