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My mom went to the doctor with her friend Jo and Jo's son, Jeff, who was three years old at the time and had Down's Syndrome. They were sitting in the waiting room chatting when my mom noticed a woman staring at Jeff. Finally, the woman got up and walked over to Jo, who was holding Jeff like a baby because he couldn't walk and was very small for his age.

"He's so cute!" the woman purred.

"Thank you," Jo replied.

The woman returned to her seat and continuted to stare at Jeff. She got up again.

"How old is he?" she asked.

"He's three."

The woman returned to her seat again, but not for long. Again, she approached Jo.

"Three...months?"

"No. Three years." Jo smiled at her pleasantly.

"But...what's wrong with him?" the woman stammered.

"He smokes."