Yesterday I sat watching my son gleefully crash his toy cars into piles of dirt. I got a big wide smile on my face seeing how happy he was digging, building little mountains and destroying them. He squealed in delight, “Mommy watch!” Then, as I looked up at him, he threw a giant handful of dirt right in my happy smiling face. The kind of smile that shows teeth. Teeth that were now all crunchy with dirty sand. *sigh* Boys. It went all in my hair, on my pants, down my shirt. It was a pretty good throw. Before I…