True story here, and this relates to my last couple posts.
I walked into the garage at my dad's house because I though he might be involved in a project I could help with. The project he was working on was a cigarette. "Oh, I better put this out," he said, "I don't want your boy to see me doing this."
Thankfully the boy didn't follow me into the garage. My point here is that I respect my dad for not letting my son see him smoke. Here it's his home, he can smoke wherever he wants, but he goes into hiding. How cool.
I was 18-years-old and I went with my dad and my brothers to hunting camp. We arrived before anyone else, and made a fire. Then I watched as my dad lit up a cigarette.
I swear to you I never had a clue that my dad smoked. He told me he quit for a few years a few times, but he had smoked since he was 17 or so. Still, I never once ever saw him smoking before; I had absolutely no clue he smoked.
Why? Because he was a considerate and responsible parent who never smoked in front of his children. He never smoked in the family car. He never smoked in the house.
And now, as a grandpa, he still goes into hiding when kids are around.