and the obsession with smoking continues

The other night we were reading Little Toot, when he observed that Little Toot's brand-new candy-stick smokestack resembled a cigarette butt.

Then, on the way home today, he spotted a dude with an unidentified object hanging out of his mouth.
"What's that?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe he was using his mouth to hold onto something."
"I think it's a cigarette."

The drive continued.
"Who smokes, Mama?"
"I don't know...Mama and Papa don't smoke...your cousins don't smoke...your grandmas and grandpas don't smoke..."
"Cruella Daville smokes, Santa smokes...and Todd*."




* Neighbor.