Little Billy was sitting at the kitchen table working diligently on his math homework, muttering aggressively to himself: “Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine.”
Horrified, his mother marched into the room. “Billy! What on earth are you saying? Why are you using that awful language?”
“I’m just doing my math homework, Mom,” Billy replied innocently. “This is exactly how the teacher taught us to say it in class.”
Furious and deeply concerned about the school’s new curriculum, the mother stormed into the elementary school the next morning to confront the math teacher. “I want to know exactly what kind of language you are teaching these children!”
The startled teacher rubbed her temples. “Calm down, ma’am. We are just learning basic addition.”
“Oh really?” the mother snapped, crossing her arms. “Then explain why my son is sitting at home saying, ‘Two plus two, that son of a bitch is four’!”
The teacher blinked, burst into uncontrollable laughter, and finally managed to gasp:
“Oh, heavens no, ma’am! What I actually taught them was: ‘Two plus two, the sum of which is four!'”
