Two years ago I was working two jobs so extra money for christmas. I was a waitress and had put all the money I made in tips and our refund deposit check from the apartment in an envelope on our desk in our office. A week before christmas my husband and I took off work to do the shopping. I went downstairs to get the money and could not find it. I asked the husband to come downstairs to help me look.. We looked everywhere and could not find it. Finally our oldest (4 at the time) came downstairs and when we looked at him he dropped to his knees and said I am sorry sorry sorry. We then asked him what happened he said he wanted to help daddy shred papers so he ran the envelope full of money in the cross-cut shredder.
So before we could react he ran upstairs screaming sorry sorry sorry.
We then proceeded to freak out and figure out what to do for christmas we cashed in our change jug and that is all we had. It was a very small christmas... We pulled the shredded money out and put in a envelope for him on his 18th birthday and ask him to put it back together. The check we got it reissued needless to say I had never been so angry in my life.