I have treated many a small child in respiratory distress; parents reek of cigarette smoke. "But, we smoke outside." It makes no difference how many times we attempt to educate that this has no bearing.<quoted text>All of the adult males on my dad's side of the family (and a few females too) were smokers when I was a kid and it dang near killed me more than once. I had bronchitis when I was little and not one of those adults was willing to make an effort to quit. Every house I lived in or relative I visited had a home that was thick with smoke. There wasn't a room I could escape to that I wasn't coughing and/or choking. Winter was the worst. I always caught a cold AND the flu every winter and it always turned serious for me. If I wanted to breath at all I had to flee to the outdoors no matter how sick I was and then returning inside in the evening with the dry heat and smoke that built up after work was torturous on my little body. My eyes, throat and lungs felt like they were on fire.
Once I turned 18 and escaped that environment my immune system was able to fight off the flus and colds better. Now, that I have a choice about the condition of my home environment, I don't catch them at all.
You people might want to try considering the health of your little ones over your own selfish desires...just for awhile...and maybe, just maybe your kids won't resent you when they grow up. Maybe they won't put you in a nursing home when you get old. Maybe they won't blow off your funeral when they remember how uncaring you were about their well being. Maybe.
My kids destroyed every pack of my cigarettes they found. I got the message and quit. I live to see their children cause them the same degree of joy (and grief) they caused me!