I was away over night and not exactly just around the corner. No sweat - kiddo almost 16 and not yet in trashing-the-house-party-mode.
I prepared dinner to just heat and only thing I demanded was a fone call at night.

Kiddo (grave voice) : I'm in trouble and seriously sick.

Now .... only reason I didn't have a coronary was that I am used to his "tricks on me" since he was two (then actually really seriously sick).

Me: Okay, I love you, too.
Kiddo: See you tomorrow. Love you.
Me: Bye.

All good :-)