Eric smokes cigars. Not every single day, but fairly frequently. I think it's a disgusting habit, but I try not to bug him about it too much because it's something he does with his dad. It's like a bonding thing, I suppose. I don't mind as much in the spring and summer when they can smoke outside, because at least then I can join in on the conversation. I have to sit upwind, or else I feel ill. This past weekend I failed and had a stomach ache for quite a long time.