For years the men in my family have greeted one another with a deep-voiced, "Hey yo..." in an homage to none other than Scott Hall. Often a "chico" is delivered after a pregnant pause.
Here's why I share this though and that is because this greeting has been modified for my children. Typically it goes like this:
Me: Hey yo...
It's one of those dumb little things families do, but it amuses me. It's like a secret handshake between me and my kids. My four year old daughter ran towards the door as I left for work yesterday while screaming, "HEY YO...CHICO!"