How's your brood?

Norm's brother Roger called the other night. I was laying in bed, watching a movie with the kids and couldn't hear that well. I wasn't sure if Norm had told Roger the news yet, so when Roger said his greetings on the phone and asked, "How's your brood?", I said, "I beg your pardon?" "Your brood - you know, how are the kids?" OK, not everything is about my boobs!! Oh man, did I laugh about that afterwards.