IT'S A CATASTROPHE!!!
I was in the same boat with my parents until one day Shaun walked into their house totally forgetting he had a lit pipe in his mouth. He apologized, Dad was cool with it, and we actually had a pipe club meeting at my Mom's kitchen table. If Shaun smokes an English over there now, Dad will make non- PG remarks, but he vastly prefers it over the coffin nails the siblings smoke. Dad says hugging my sister makes him gag from the stench of Newports, but hugging me is a nice blend of female, perfume, and undertones of tobacco.
You never know what they'll think until you try. My Dad's side of the family get togethers include airline bottles of liquor smuggled in my purse and Xanax. A pipe would probably be preferable to my unfiltered mouth.
I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones
Smoke rolling out the window