From Life Among the Savages by Shirley Jackson

When Shirley Jackson finds a pack of cigarettes inside her son’s toy fort, she tells him “with some heat that it was perfectly all right with me if he wanted to smoke and stunt his growth and ruin his wind for baseball and basketball and football and ping-pong; it was a silly habit, I told him, expensive and useless, and if he wanted to smoke he could buy his own cigarettes and stop taking mine.”