7 Kids’ Homework Questions That Leave Adults Scratching Their Heads

Several parents shared their children’s homework, that made them tilt their heads and call for help. Fortunately, some Reddit and Twitter users came to the rescue and shared their two cents.

The older one gets, the more complex educational work assigned to students gets. However, there are some instances where kids receive complicated homework.

When such instances arise, some parents seek the help of the online community to derive an answer for their little ones. Some of them are shared on the Reddit and Twitter platforms.

Grade 1 English

A mom was puzzled by her first-grade son’s English homework, where he had to encircle the photos that had the same ending sound as a fish’s fin. However, the options available were far from the picture. The available choices included a hamburger bun, a frog, a jar lid, and a spoon.

Some Reddit users offered their thoughts to the clueless mom, stating that the ending sound did not necessarily have to rhyme with fin. Some answers included bun and spoon, which both ended with an “n.”

Kindergarten School Work

Kindergarten homework questions are usually easy to answer with an adult’s help. However, one parent couldn’t think of the three-letter word required to name the picture printed on the activity sheet. The picture included a rabbit with her bunnies playing.

Fortunately, a kind Reddit user thought of the best possible answer: pet. “These kinds of worksheets try to make the last one more difficult by switching the sound of the letter to the end of the word to try and throw the kid off,” the person said.

Grade 3 Math Problem

Math problems for elementary students are often easily computed with all the numbers given in the problem. However, a Grade 3 student had to solve the question, “Janell had 15 marbles. She lost some of them. How many does Janell have now?”

One Reddit user suggested that the answer was less than 15 but did not think it was a fair question for someone in the third grade. Other users believed that the student should answer in a similar manner as the question, such as “Janell lost her marbles.” Another user said, “She has some left.”

A Six-Year-Old’s Homework

While some educational problems for six-year-olds are visual, one student’s assignment was beyond the comprehension of her parents. On her activity sheet appeared a print of a paint splatter and several apples.

The question read, “How many apples could be covered by the paint. There cannot be more than 20.” Several Reddit users were also confused by the question, while one believed it was a riddle.

Grade 1 Math

One Twitter user shared a Singaporean math problem for grade one students, and it seemed almost impossible to solve. However, one person solved the problem but tweaked the question a bit.

Another Math Problem

Another math question was posted on Twitter, leaving people confused. The question made students calculate the perimeter of a shape best on the calculations of another rectilinear shape.

One person replied to the post with a complicated answer and sarcastically said, “It’s very much justified to ask these to a [ten-year-old].”

Solving for X

Math can sometimes be complicated but often has one solution. However, this one math problem was too complex for the Twitter world.

“An orchestra of 120 players takes 40 minutes to play Beethoven’s 9th Symphony. How long would it take for 60 players to play the symphony? Let P be the number of players and T the time playing,” the question read. While it may be too complex, one Twitter person replied:

“The math is irrelevant in the case of this Beethoven 9 problem. As a performer who has performed it many times, the speed of the symphony is NOT a function of the number of musicians performing it.”

Reddit is one of the online forums people go to for questions. Previously, Reddit users shared 10 Intriguing Items That Perplex Observers with Their Form and Function.

Disabled Homeless Man Gave His Wheelchair to a Poor Boy Who Couldn’t Walk – 5 Years Later, the Boy Found Him to Repay His Kindness

A homeless, disabled flutist sacrifices his only lifeline — his wheelchair — for an 8-year-old boy who can’t walk, lying to hide his pain. Five years later, the boy returns, walking tall, with a gift that will change everything.

I was playing in my usual spot in the city square when I first met the boy. My fingers moved across the flute’s holes from muscle memory while my mind wandered, as it often did during my daily performances.

An older man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney

An older man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney

Fifteen years of homelessness teaches you to find escape where you can, and music was the one thing that distracted me from the constant thrum of pain in my lower back and hips. I shut my eyes as I let the music carry me away to a different time and place.

I used to work in a factory. It was hard work, but I loved the busyness of it, the way your body settles into a rhythm that feels like dancing.

Then the pains started. I was in my mid-40s and initially put it down to age, but when I started struggling to do my job, I knew it was time to see a doctor.

A doctor reading information on a clipboard | Source: Pexels

A doctor reading information on a clipboard | Source: Pexels

“… chronic condition that will only worsen over time, I’m afraid,” the doctor told me. “Especially with the work you do. There’s medication you can take to manage the pain, but I’m afraid there’s no cure.”

I was stunned. I spoke to my boss the next day and begged him to move me to a different role in the factory.

“I could work in quality control or shipment checking,” I told him.

A factory worker speaking to his manager | Source: Midjourney

A factory worker speaking to his manager | Source: Midjourney

But my boss shook his head. “I’m sorry, you’re a good worker, but the company policy says we can’t hire someone for those roles without certification. The higher-ups would never approve it.”

I hung on to my job as long as possible, but eventually, they fired me for being unfit to perform my duties. The guys in the factory knew all about my condition by then and the pain it caused me.

On my last day on the job, they gave me a gift I’ve treasured every day since then: my wheelchair.

A person in a wheelchair | Source: Pexels

A person in a wheelchair | Source: Pexels

A child’s voice cut through my daydreaming, dragging me back to the present.

“Mama, listen! It’s so beautiful!”

I opened my eyes to see a small crowd had gathered, including a weary-looking woman holding a boy of about eight.

The boy’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched my fingers dance across the flute. His mother’s face was lined with exhaustion, but as she watched her son’s reaction, her expression softened.

A woman holding her son | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding her son | Source: Midjourney

“Can we stay a little longer?” the boy asked, tugging at his mother’s worn jacket. “Please? I’ve never heard music like this before.”

She adjusted her grip on him, trying to hide her strain. “Just a few more minutes, Tommy. We need to get you to your appointment.”

“But Mama, look how his fingers move! It’s like magic.”

I lowered my flute and gestured to the boy. “Would you like to try playing it? I could teach you a simple tune.”

A homeless man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney

A homeless man in a wheelchair holding a flute | Source: Midjourney

Tommy’s face fell. “I can’t walk. It hurts too much.”

His mother’s arms tightened around him.

“We can’t afford crutches or a wheelchair,” she explained quietly. “So I carry him everywhere. The doctors say he needs physical therapy, but…” She trailed off, the weight of unspoken worries visible in her eyes.

Looking at them, I saw my own story reflected back at me. The constant pain, the struggle for dignity, the way society looks right through you when you’re disabled and poor.

A homeless man with a sympathetic look | Source: Midjourney

A homeless man with a sympathetic look | Source: Midjourney

But in Tommy’s eyes, I also saw something I’d lost long ago: hope. That spark of joy when he listened to the music reminded me of why I started playing in the first place.

“How long have you been carrying him?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.

“Three years now,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I remembered my last day of work and the life-changing gift my colleagues had given me, and I knew what I had to do.

A determined-looking man | Source: Midjourney

A determined-looking man | Source: Midjourney

Before I could second-guess myself, I gripped the arms of my wheelchair and pushed myself up. Pain stabbed through my spine and hips, but I forced a grin.

“Take my wheelchair,” I said. “I… I don’t really need it. It’s just an accessory. I’m not disabled. But it will help your boy, and you.”

“Oh no, we couldn’t possibly…” the mother protested, shaking her head.

She looked me in the eye and I got the feeling she suspected I was lying, so I grinned even wider and shuffled toward them, pushing my chair in front of me.

A wheelchair | Source: Midjourney

A wheelchair | Source: Midjourney

“Please,” I insisted. “It would make me happy to know it’s being used by someone who needs it. Music isn’t the only gift we can give.”

Tommy’s eyes grew wide. “Really, Mister? You mean it?”

I nodded, unable to speak through the pain, barely able to keep my grin in place.

His mother’s eyes filled with tears as she carefully settled Tommy into the wheelchair.

A woman with an emotional look in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

A woman with an emotional look in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve asked for help so many times, but nobody…”

“Your smile is thanks enough,” I said to Tommy, who was already experimenting with the wheels. “Both of your smiles.”

Tears filled my eyes as I watched them leave. I carefully shuffled over to a nearby bench and sat down, dropping all pretense that I wasn’t suffering from forcing my damaged body to move so much.

A man staring up | Source: Midjourney

A man staring up | Source: Midjourney

That was five years ago, and time hasn’t been kind to me. The exertion of getting around on crutches has worsened my condition.

The pain is constant now, an ever-present stabbing in my back and legs that fills my awareness as I journey from the basement I live in under an abandoned house to the square.

But I keep playing. It doesn’t take my mind off the pain like it used to, but it keeps me from going mad with agony.

A man playing a flute | Source: Midjourney

A man playing a flute | Source: Midjourney

I often thought about Tommy and his mother, hoping my sacrifice made a difference in their lives. Sometimes, during the quieter moments, I’d imagine Tommy rolling through a park or school hallway in my old wheelchair, his mother finally able to stand straight and proud.

Then came the day that changed everything.

I was playing an old folk tune, one my grandmother taught me, when a shadow fell across my cup.

A man holding a flute looking at something | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a flute looking at something | Source: Midjourney

Looking up, I saw a well-dressed teenager standing before me holding a long package under one arm.

“Hello, sir,” he said with a familiar smile. “Do you remember me?”

I squinted up at him, and my heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. “You?”

Tommy’s grin widened. “I wondered if you’d recognize me.”

“But how…” I gestured at his steady stance. “You’re walking!”

A surprised man | Source: Midjourney

A surprised man | Source: Midjourney

“Life has a funny way of working out,” he said, sitting beside me on the bench. “A few months after you gave me your wheelchair, we learned that a distant relative had left me an inheritance. Suddenly, we could afford proper medical treatment. Turns out my condition was treatable with the right care.”

“Your mother?”

“She started her own catering business. She always loved cooking, but she never had the energy before. Now she’s making her dream come true.” Tommy looked at me then and shyly held out the package he was carrying. “This is for you, sir.”

A teen boy smiling shyly | Source: Midjourney

A teen boy smiling shyly | Source: Midjourney

I unwrapped the brown paper and gasped. Inside was a sleek flute case.

“This gift is my small way of showing my gratitude for your kindness,” he said. “For stepping up to help me when no one else would.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I muttered. “This is too much.”

“No, it isn’t. I owe my happiness to you,” Tommy said, wrapping his arms around me in a careful hug. “The wheelchair didn’t just help me move. It gave us hope. Made us believe things could get better.”

A teen boy and a homeless man on a bench | Source: Midjourney

A teen boy and a homeless man on a bench | Source: Midjourney

Tommy didn’t stay long after that. I tucked the flute case into my small backpack and carried on with my day.

That night, back in my basement room, I opened the flute case with trembling fingers. Instead of an instrument, I found neat stacks of cash. More money than I’d seen in my entire life. On top lay a handwritten note:

“PAYMENT FOR THE PAIN YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED ALL THESE YEARS BECAUSE OF YOUR KINDNESS. Thank you for showing us that miracles still happen.”

A pile of hundred dollar bills | Source: Pexels

A pile of hundred dollar bills | Source: Pexels

I sat there for hours, holding the note, remembering the pain of every step I’d taken since giving away my wheelchair.

But I also remembered Tommy’s smile, his mother’s tears of gratitude, and now their transformed lives.

The money in my hands represented more than just financial freedom. It was proof that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness can create ripples we never imagined possible.

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

“One act of kindness,” I whispered to myself as I watched the light dim through my basement window. “That’s all it takes to start a chain reaction.”

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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