Dotage

Three old women were talking about dotage. One said:

Sometimes I hold a little of butter, but I forget what I intend to do: making a cake or putting it into the fridge.

The second said:

Sometimes I stand in a stair, but forget I am going up or dowm.

The last continued:

Fortunately, I haven't got dotage-And she knocked on the table and at the same time said:

What kind of suond is that?

Maybe there is someone knoking the door, let me open..