He sat on my pizza

Yesterday was a pretty full day.  Thomas had an art lesson in the morning and then Andrew took him to buy his football necessities.  Catherine had band practice in the afternoon, and Robert helped me get supplies for band camp.  When we picked Catherine up from band camp, we had some additional shopping we wanted to do, and some additional band camp prep.  Because of our expenses lately, we are making a genuine effort not to eat out "just because".  We decided to stop for ice cream cones on the way home as a bit of a treat, and to tide us over until we got home.  We threw some frozen pizzas in the oven and it was nearly 9:00 before we ate.  We always make three pizzas, and of course our oven only fits two.  We always make the kids' pizzas first and then the one Andrew and I will eat.  The kids were nearly finished before we ate, and we all just kind of sat in front of the TV since we couldn't eat at the same time.  I only wanted 1/2 of my second slice and I was in the middle of something so I just set the plate on the couch beside me.  I felt it was pretty obvious sitting there, but apparently I was wrong.  Thomas walked over to sit down and as I was yelling he sat down...right onto my pizza!  I wasn't concerned about the food since I was finished eating, but he had pizza sauce all over his rear end!  We had him change clothes right away, and I'm happy to report the pizza sauce came out in the laundry...and there was none on the couch!