"How you doing?"
Despite his best effort to keep his daughter happy, his voice was still too grumpy and 'old-man like' for her. And Kya informed him of that immediately.
"Aang..." he knew she meant business if she was calling him by his name; a trait she acquired from her mother, no doubt. "Say it in your girl voice," she commanded. Bumi watched his father roll his eyes as he turned around and noticed his son was recording the whole ordeal. Finally deciding that there was no other way out than complete compliance, Aang told his son to turn the camera off while Kya continued chastising him. "Why do I have to keep asking you?"
"Turn it off, Boom."
Bumi only chuckled in response as he watched his father, the almighty Avatar, master of all elements, reduced to a pretend barbie, on his knees before his princess, holding her doll in his hand as she set up the play house he'd bought her for her birthday.
"Seriously, turn it off."
"Cmon. Say it, Dad," his princess demanded again.
Sighing in defeat, Aang glared at Bumi one last time before he turned to his daughter and repeated the phrase like a high-pitched, long-nails having, dressed up for the club looking, attitude wearing, two shots in and it's not even 8 pm sounding, stuck up little girl:
"How ye doin?"
"Bahahahahahahahahaha!" (Bumi continued laughing while his father chased after him.)
