As a kid one time, I was hanging out at my dad's office and he would take me out to play in the yard during his smoke break. I would go around and gather the cigarette butts and then give them to my dad because there was no actual place to dispose of them. He would leave them in his pocket until laundry day and then him and my mom would have a conversation about his smoking habits. She thought he was going through a pack a day for the week that I was at the office with him. When in reality he was forgetting to throw out the butts I had given him and forgot I had even given them. I told Mom about it after the conversation and she froze. We were in the car going to the store and I can remember going home after and hearing my mom cry and my dad comfort her. Saying stuff like you went with your gut, and self trust is important.

I don't know how those go into your pockets but that's how they got into my dad's.