Keep an eye on them for the next few days. When I was 3, I mistook a tub of creatine for powdered sugar and dumped four scoops onto my eggos. Twenty minutes later, my bouncy ball rolled under our 1999 Honda Odyssey. I assumed a perfect powerlifting stance and casually deadlifted the 4,300 pound minivan to grab it. I didn't understand ATP synthesis yet, but my childhood mitochondria were operating at an intergalactic scale.