Math can sometimes feel like it’s written in another language, especially for children trying to make sense of all those numbers and equations. It’s as if they’re in a world where everything seems familiar yet somehow doesn’t fit together as expected. Our little hero, however, isn’t just dealing with multiplication; he’s also finding humor in the classroom.

So, here’s the story:

A young boy arrives home from school and tells his dad, “I got an F in math today.”

His dad asks, “What happened?”

The boy explains, “The teacher asked me, ‘What’s 3 times 2,’ and I answered 6.”

The dad says, “Well, that’s right.”

The boy continues, “I know. Then she asked me, ‘What’s 2 times 3.’”

His dad responds, “What’s the difference?”

The boy says, “That’s what I said!”

A Little Extra: The Bedroom Fart Story

If you don’t find yourself in stitches over this one, I might just have to say a little prayer for you! It’s about a couple happily married for years. Their only issue was the husband’s morning habit of letting out loud farts that would wake his wife. The noise and smell were unbearable for her.

Every morning, she pleaded with him to stop because it made her sick. He insisted he couldn’t help it and argued it was all natural. She even suggested seeing a doctor because she feared he might blow his guts out one day.

Years passed, and his morning routine remained unchanged. Then, one Christmas morning, while preparing the turkey, the wife got a mischievous idea. Seeing the turkey’s innards—neck, gizzard, liver, and more—a wicked thought crossed her mind. She took the bowl upstairs to where her husband was still asleep, carefully pulled back the covers, gently tugged on his waistband, and emptied the contents into his shorts.

She heard him wake with his usual ‘trumpeting’, which was immediately followed by a scream and then frantic footsteps rushing to the bathroom.

She was in fits of laughter, rolling on the floor with tears of joy in her eyes. She thought she’d finally gotten her compensatory prank after years of endurance.

Tying himself up downstairs, the husband appeared, still shaking, with his underwear stained, and a petrified look on his face.

Trying to suppress her chuckles, she asked him what was wrong. He said, “Honey, you were right. You always warned me, and I didn’t believe you.”

“About what?” asked the wife.

“You said someday I’d fart my guts out, and today it came true. Luckily, with some Vaseline and two fingers, I think I managed to push most of them back in…”

So, why keep this joy to yourself? Go ahead, share the laughter on Facebook!