This happened last Sunday morning. My parents were staying with us and we were having brunch. My son (8yo boy) excused himself from the table and went to his room. Two minutes later he ran back with his new $5 bill. He had lost a tooth the previous day and this was his tooth fairy money. In fact the clumsy forgetful tooth fairy only remembered about their obligation minutes past midnight. So they went to their wallet and grabbed the first $5 bill and shoved it under the kid's pillow in relative darkness.So now he was running towards us holding his $5 bill. He stopped at the table and yelled (while struggling to read crooked handwriting): "Dad! what does f**k Trump mean?" My mom's eyes popped. He kept repeating the F word. His mom pried the bill out of his hand and right there on Abe's forehead there was the slogan in all its glory written in blue ink. We traded the bill by negotiating up and told him it was a dirty word that he shouldn't repeat. It seems he has forgotten all about it since.Let this be a lesson for the tooth fairy to double check the bills carefully next time.On a side note, I am kinda happy that my 8 yo, despite going to a crowded public school and watching YouTube-Kids a few hours a week, hadn't learned this word yet.TLDR: I learned that before handing money to a kid one must first ensure people haven't expressed themselves on it. via /r/Parenting http://bit.ly/2UyHGOQ
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