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.
