I'd Like to Blame this on Scouts

Last night we had Little Philmont for Scouts, which for me was a 4-hour meeting. Towards the end, I started thinking that I hoped my kids were faring OK with just Bry...so I texted him the following: "Are things going OK at home?" And I was surprised when I looked down and a friend had responded that yes, they were, except their little boy was not interested in brushing his teeth. What??? Oh no!!! I sent it to my whole address book.
A seemingly simple inquiry suddenly became an intrusive little bombshell. Open mouth, insert foot. Or phone.