My dad used to be a 3-pack-a-day smoker and he’d always smoke while he drove.
He’d unroll the window (I grew up in a really cold place) and all that would do is blow the smoke directly into the back seat and into my face. I would also be freezing. I’d beg him to do up the window and he’d refuse because he was “letting the smoke out”.
You could see the smoke-filled back seat and the ashes in my hair, but none of that mattered…
his car, his property, it isn’t our property nor is it our business. if he wants to be a douche, he has that right. it’s also his child and not our right to tell him how to raise her or what to do in/on his property. get over yourself ppl. she probaly goes to a school loaded with lead and asbestos and eats really unhealthy school lunches. i think a little smoke is the least of her problems.
When I was little (in the 1980′s) my Dad smoked Cigars. This is what our trips in the car always looked like. Eventually I made him quit smoking because it would make me so sick when we went on vacation. To this day the smell of cigars and cigarettes makes me about puke.