It was supposed to be easier this way

The kids had been in the backyard playing, and they were pretty dirty, not to mention sweaty. I wanted them to bathe before romping around the house, but I made pasta (with RED sauce) for dinner. Owen seems to think red sauce is a spa worthy beauty treatment, because he always gets it all over his face. I figured instead of bathing them twice in one night, I'd just do a picnic outside for dinner. Wouldn't you know, halfway through eating, someone upset the balance of my plate and now we have a patio full of pasta and plate shards. I thought Corelle was shatter proof?