This happened about a year ago when my son was 3. I may win the "Bad Mother Award" for this one: I was on the back deck and quite frustrated that I couldn't light my cigarette for the wind. I called my son to the back deck and told him to get the BBQ lighter out of the drawer (it's extremely childproof) and pass it to Mommy. While he fished for it, I turned to put the BBQ cover on the BBQ, and turned back to watch my son (lighter in hand) open the screen door and let out our new puppy by accident (who ran away and I had to fetch her - quick). I freaked. I have never talked to my son this way before or since, but I was having a nic fit and growled at my little boy, "I'm going to let your doggy run away, you did this!" To this day, I'm ashamed of that horrible behaviour. He cried so hard, I thought his heart was going to break.
I held him on the back deck after realizing what I had said, but I was too stupid to recognize where the words had come from - my nic fit. I turned my head away from my son to light the smoke, had my cigarette and went after the dog after a few puffs. How pathetic.
I have been smoke free for One month, 41 minutes and 4 seconds!
I have NOT smoked 540 sickarettes, saving a whopping $172.91!
Precious life saved: 1 day, 21 hours, 0 minutes.