My friend Andrew smokes.Three weeks ago we were at the gas station so he could buy cigarettes. When he has handed the cashier his ID, we heard a little voice say, "Mommy says smoking is bad for you." We spun around to find ourselves faced with a five year old little boy. Andrew looked at him and said, "You're absolutley right," then turned to the cashier and said, "I won't be needing those anymore." The cashier handed him his ID back and he hasn't smoked since.