Matt
It is the early morning of the first day of training. I am busy in the kitchen preparing my grilled cheese breakfast when a sleepy Erik strolls in.
“Morning Dad. I see the TV survived the night.” He yawns, grabbing a glass of juice.
“Morning son, Yes, and it’s not going anywhere. Especially not into your little hands. I don’t want to see you touch that game console. Got it?!” I sigh.
“HUH? But that’s not fair! How can you have that in the house and tell me not to touch it?!” Erik waves at the TV, looking upset.
“Easy. Now get ready. I want to drop you at school, so I can get to the training grounds early.” I sigh, feeling awful!
“Morning boys!” Fiona walks into the living area, looking like a red-hot fireball. Dressed in her training outfit.
“Hey.” I try to keep my eyes focuss
