Smoke 'em if you got 'em!

Every since I saw the video of this baby smoking, I have been obsessed with him. He's a two year old from Sumatra and his parents say he gets cranky if he doesn't get to smoke. Two year olds are just cranky anyway - that's how they are - but two year olds are not supposed to be smoking!

I feel for this little baby. I started smoking when I was only 13. I know! Terrible! I was in the eighth grade and I had the nerve to stroll around smoking much to many well deserved tsk tsks. And when I was 13 I looked like I was 10. (See reference below). And I smoked almost up until I turned 30. I didn't want to quit but my boyfriend at the time (now husband) was quitting so I thought I might as well. I'm glad I did. Who wants that damn monkey on her back?

When I was a smoker, you could smoke anywhere - restaurants, college classrooms, airplanes, offices. The only place you couldn't smoke was a church, although you could probably smoke in the church basement or bathroom if you really wanted to do so.

If this baby were my baby I would make him quit pronto - smoke enders, nicotine patch, hypnosis - whatever it took. I would prepare myself to put up with his cranky self. I'd put a little rubber band on his wrist and he could snap it whenever he felt the need to smoke. And hopefully we'd get over that rough patch and he'd quit his cigarette habit so he could live a long and happy life.