Well, we were repairing a hole behind little man's bed.
When he came downstairs saying, "Mommy, the goo. Oh, no. The goo," I knew the outcome probably wasn't going to be good!
Thankfully, he only managed to get it on his hands - not even his beloved dinosaur clothing, thank goodness! - and the plastic parts of his bed. It all cleaned up just fine!
Silly little boy.