C, and I reminisced about how much we used to enjoy a cigarette in our past lives and how we’re probably going to be the type of parents that sneak off for a smoke together when the kids are finally asleep. Our one naughty trinket from our youth that keeps us with a rebellious spirit. We laughed and said “lets be crazy and buy a pack (organic, of course) and only smoke one on special occasions”. This was the first Christmas that we shared together and also our first ciggy. Three puffs and tons of laughs later, we acknowledged that the moment was much greater than simply sharing a cigarette.