Little Johnny failed his mathematics test completely.

Little Johnny’s math grade was so bad that his teacher called home. That afternoon, when Johnny got home, his father stood at the door, clearly upset.

“Why did you fail your math test?” his father asked sternly.

Johnny simply shrugged and said, “My teacher isn’t very good.”

Surprised by this response, his father urged him to explain further. Johnny began, “On Monday, my teacher said 3+5 equals 8.”

His father looked confused. “And?”

Johnny continued, “Then on Tuesday, she told us 4+4 equals 8. On Wednesday, she said 6+2 equals 8.”

Now it was Johnny’s father’s turn to be astonished. “So what does that have to do with you failing?” he asked.

Johnny sighed and explained, “If my teacher doesn’t even know what equals eight, how am I supposed to know the right answer?”

His father was left speechless.

VA

Related Posts

I Raised My Late Fiances 10 Kids Alone, Then My Daughter Finally Told Me the Truth About Her Mother, and It Changed Everything

By the time she told me the truth, it was already too late to hate her. The river. The empty car. The folded coat. For seven years, I believed my…

Read more

As a Nurse, I Was Assigned to Treat the Woman Who Made My Teenage Years a Living Hell – When She Recovered, She Told Me, ‘You Should Resign Immediately’

I stopped cold the moment I saw the name on the chart. Margaret. For a second, I just stood outside Room 304, clipboard in hand, trying to steady my breathing….

Read more

At the airport, I nearly dropped my suitcase when I saw my husband’s arm locked around a younger woman’s waist

The moment I saw Ethan at the airport, my fingers nearly lost their grip on the suitcase handle. It wasn’t the long line at security or the noise of Terminal…

Read more

Hidden Hairline Coordinates Exposed My Late Husband And His Secret Family

I thought I knew every detail of my husband Thomas after forty two years of marriage. As I stood beside him in the quiet funeral home, I noticed the mortician…

Read more

Breaking.

Read more

At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Took My Hand And Whispered, “You’re No Longer Part Of This Family”… He Had No Idea What That One Sentence Would Cost Him

On the day of my husband Eduardo’s funeral, the air carried the scent of marigolds and damp soil. I was dressed in black, a shawl too thin to hide my…

Read more

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *