Here's what happens when men childproof things.

Last night my heroic husband was hanging up pictures for me. Cause he's awesome. And I love him. Keep that in mind.

So this morning I noticed this:

on the girls craft table (very near where the picture hanging was taking place, by the way.)

It's a large pile of drywall dust.

But don't worry, it's not where the girls are going to get into it, put it on the dog, use it as makeup, eat it, or do anything else weird with it.

It's under a cup, for pete's sake. They'll never figure that one out!