We all know that math can sometimes seem like an entirely foreign language, especially for kids who are trying to understand numbers and equations.
It can feel like stepping into a world where everything looks familiar, but something just doesn’t quite make sense. In the case of our young hero, though, he’s not only wrestling with multiplication—he’s also discovering the funny side of math class…’
Here’s the story:
A little boy comes home from school and tells his dad, “I got an F in math today.”
His father asks, “What happened?”
The boy explains, “Well, my teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2?’ and I said 6.”
The father replies, “That’s correct.”
The boy continues, “Then she asked me, ‘What’s 2 times 3?’”
The father says, “What’s the difference?”
The boy grins, “That’s what I said!”
BONUS STORY: Do you fart in bed?
Do you fart in bed?
If this story doesn’t have you laughing until you cry, I might need to send you some prayers. It’s about a couple who’d been happily married for years. The only problem in their marriage was the husband’s loud farting every morning. The noise would wake his wife, and the smell would make her eyes water and leave her gasping for air.
Every morning, she’d beg him to stop, saying it was making her sick. He’d tell her he couldn’t help it, that it was natural. She even suggested he see a doctor, worried one day he might “blow his guts out.”
Years passed, and he kept on farting. Then, one Christmas morning, while she was preparing the turkey, she had a mischievous idea. She took the turkey guts upstairs to her husband, who was sound asleep. Gently pulling back the covers, she slid the turkey parts into his underpants.
Later, she heard his usual fart followed by a blood-curdling scream and frantic footsteps as he rushed to the bathroom.
She couldn’t stop laughing as she rolled on the floor, tears streaming down her face. After years of torment, she felt she’d finally gotten him back. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in bloodstained underpants, looking horrified.
She asked, “What happened?”
He replied, “Honey, you were right… all these years, you warned me, and I didn’t listen. You said one day I’d fart my guts out, and it finally happened. But, by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in…”