Chana (7), Rivka (5), and I were walking home from synagogue, when Rivka bent down to pick up a lollipop stick she had dropped.
Chana: What's that?
Rivka: My lolli stick.
Chana: Oh, I thought it was a cigarette.
Rivka: What's a cigarette.
Chana: It's something that you should never, ever, use. It can kill you. But it makes you look cool.
Chana: It does, Daddy.
Me: How does it make you look cool?
Chana: It just does.
Me: What do you know about cool, anyway?
Chana: A whole lot more than you.
(My guess is that at some anti-smoking assembly at school, someone said that smoking might make you look cool, but it's dangerous. In any case, we straightened it out and agreed that it is not cool.)