If Hendrix didn't have half of a shredded $10 bill in his mouth, he would let you know that he's really sorry about tearing your currency. After a little chat with him, he now realizes this is actually a crime. But before we could talk, his dad and I actually had to offer him a treat to drop the money.
On a side note, we've actually learned to offer him a treat to get him to dispell anything from his mouth without having to reach in there to get it ourselves and risk puncture marks to the hand. So either #1) he will think what he did was "good" since he earned a treat for it, or #2) he will grow up thinking you can bribe anyone with a $10 bill to get what you want.
Lastly, to whom it may concern at the Federal Reserve, we found what was left of the currency in another room and taped it back together. A large piece of Alexander Hamilton's face is still missing and have come to the conclusion that it is most likely in the belly of the beast. We were hoping that, possibly, we could trade ours in for a new, slightly less torn $10 bill. We are not made of money around here, and, well, you are. So how's about it, Mr. Federal Reserve?
The Roberts Family