When he did, he was covered in some kind of sticky yellow substance. Now he's taken to sleeping under his bed, and the substance wasn't that different from the color of the carpet, so I was freaking out, thinking our carpet might be poisoning our child. Then I went downstairs, and found this:
Apparently, he decided to fix his own breakfast, and all he could reach was Daddy's powdered Gatorade on the counter...
*Sigh*... At least he did it on the day I was planning to mop the floors anyway...