Math can sometimes feel like an entirely different language, especially for young children trying to make sense of numbers and equations. It’s like stepping into a world where everything seems familiar but doesn’t quite add up. However, one clever child isn’t just struggling with multiplication—he’s also finding the humor in it!
Here’s what happened:
A young boy comes home from school and tells his dad,
“Today, I got an F in math.”
His father, puzzled, asks, “What happened?”
The boy explains, “My teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2?’ and I answered, ‘6.’”
His dad nods, “Well, that’s correct.”
“I thought so too,” the boy continues, “but then she asked, ‘What’s 2 times 3?’”
Confused, the father asks, “What’s the difference?”
“That’s exactly what I said!” the boy exclaims.
BONUS STORY: Do You Fart in Bed?
This next story will have you laughing until you cry! It’s about a couple who had been happily married for years, but there was one ongoing issue—the husband’s loud morning farts. Every day, his wife would wake up gasping for air and begging him to stop because it was making her sick.
He always insisted that it was natural and impossible to control, but she worried that one day he might actually “explode.” She even suggested he see a doctor, but he never took her advice.
Then, one Christmas morning, as she was preparing the turkey, an idea struck her. She took the liver, gizzard, and other spare parts from the turkey, tiptoed upstairs, and carefully placed them inside her sleeping husband’s underwear. Then, she quietly left the room and waited.
Soon enough, she heard his usual thunderous morning fart—followed by an ear-piercing scream and the sound of him bolting to the bathroom in terror. She collapsed into laughter, tears streaming down her face, knowing she had finally gotten her revenge.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs, his face pale, his underwear stained, and his expression one of pure horror. Trying to keep a straight face, she asked what was wrong.
“You were right all along,” he admitted. “You kept warning me, but I never listened.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
He sighed deeply. “You always told me I’d one day fart my guts out. Well, today I did… but thank God, with the help of two fingers and a little Vaseline, I managed to put most of them back in.”