My parents smoked with me in the car, and I turned out ok, didn't I?
Different times, indeed. I remember going to my grandparents' place for Sunday dinner, and my mom sparking up 'one last smoke before we get there' because my grandparents were vehement non-smokers.
I remember my dad driving me to my mom's house and him sparking a smoke and tossing the pack of Players on the dash of the Cadillac like a boss. Big, bushy sideburns, red velour interior. Back then, Players packs had the V across the whole pack. None of those extreme health warnings.
/CC & pylon
I have decided not to smoke with my little munchkin in the car. I really don't want to de-sensitize her to the smell of smoke, TBQH. And I smoke less!
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