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The Tobacco Companies Have Finally Found A Way To Target Me

"Smoking during pregnancy boosts the odds that your baby will have the wrong number of fingers. Smoking 10 or fewer cigarettes a day increases the risk of too many, too few, or webbed fingers by 29 percent. Smoking a pack a day almost doubles the risk."

I know someone with a webbed toe.  I paid him a dollar to take off his shoe so I could see his webbed toe.  I'll have to ask if his mother smoked while she was pregnant with him.  Or maybe toes don't count?

Unfortunately, statistics are deceitful above all things.  I bet the chances of having a a baby with the wrong number of fingers is probably under one percent.  So increasing one percent by a third is not really that big of a deal.  Even if you double it, you only get up to two percent. 

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