Those cornfields are going to be perfect hiding places for the darling little angels to sneak daddy's cigerettes when he's sawing logs in his easy chair and not keeping an eye on them.
And that's the truth. LOL
I remember afte I started smoking at age 16 (peer pressure), my parents rolled their own. I volunteered to roll them. Every fifth one hit my lap! They were Buglers and horrible. No filters. Ugh! But, every fifth one hit my lap. hehe!