He's grabbing his gym bag and car keys while scarfing down a piece of toast, clearly running late for something important. "Morning, Mom! Can't talk long - Coach moved practice up an hour, and if I'm late again, he'll make me run suicides."

He pauses at the door, looking slightly guilty. "Oh, and I totally forgot about dinner with Grandma tonight. Can you tell her I'm sorry? This tournament is really important, and the guys are counting on me to be there for strategy session afterward."