Math often feels like a completely different language, especially for kids who are just beginning to make sense of numbers and equations. It’s like walking into a room where everything seems familiar, yet something feels slightly off. For one clever kid, though, math class isn’t just about solving problems—it’s also a source of unexpected humor.

Here’s how the story unfolds:

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

His father, clearly concerned, asks, “What happened?”

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

The father nods and says, “That’s right.”

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

His father, confused, asks, “What’s the difference?”

The boy replies, “That’s exactly what I said!”

Now, let’s switch gears to a hilarious bonus story that’s guaranteed to make you laugh until tears roll down your face. This one is about a happily married couple with a small yet stinky problem: the husband’s tendency to let out extremely loud and smelly farts every single morning.

The wife had been dealing with this issue for years, and every morning she begged her husband to stop because the smell made her eyes water, leaving her gasping for fresh air. Despite her pleas, he insisted that his “morning routine” was completely natural and not something he could control. He even laughed off her suggestion to see a doctor, saying she was being overly dramatic.

As time went on, his habit didn’t change, and the wife’s frustration grew. One Christmas morning, she decided it was time for payback. While preparing the turkey for dinner, she spotted the guts—the neck, liver, and other parts—and suddenly had a brilliant idea. She gathered the turkey guts into a bowl, quietly went upstairs where her husband was still asleep, and carefully pulled back the covers. With expert precision, she tugged at the waistband of his underwear and slipped the turkey guts inside.

Moments later, her husband woke up with his usual thunderous fart, but this time it was followed by a blood-curdling scream. The wife, standing in the kitchen, burst out laughing as she heard him bolt out of bed and run to the bathroom in sheer panic.

Rolling on the floor with laughter, tears streaming down her face, the wife reveled in her victory. After years of enduring his noxious morning habit, she finally felt vindicated. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs, pale and wide-eyed, wearing his stained underwear and looking utterly horrified.

Trying to keep a straight face, she asked him what was wrong. His voice trembling, he said, “Honey, you were right all along. You’ve been warning me for years, and I didn’t believe you.”

“About what?” she asked, feigning innocence.

He took a deep breath and said, “You always told me that one day I’d fart my guts out. Well, it finally happened today. But don’t worry—I managed to fix it. With some Vaseline and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.”

The wife could hardly contain herself as she doubled over with laughter again, knowing she had pulled off the ultimate prank.