My dad is sorely behind the times.
I was telling him the other night about how great Christa has been through my pregnancy, warm and nurturing, really looking out for me. Running off right after she found out to research pregnancy nutrition, making sure I'm eating well, making sure I'm taking care of myself. He asked, "Well, has she tried to get you to stop smoking?"
"I don't smoke any more," I responded.
"Really?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.
"Yes, really," I said, "I haven't smoked for over three years."
"I just thought you were hiding it from us," he said.