Living past ninety is a magnificent milestone, but when three elderly brothers share the same roof, a quiet evening can quickly devolve into a hilarious chain reaction of forgetfulness.
One night, the oldest brother, age 96, drew a warm bath. He submerged one foot into the water, froze mid-action, and blinked in total confusion. “Hey!” he bellowed down the stairwell. “Was I getting into the tub, or was I getting out?”
From the living room, the 94-year-old brother yelled back, “Hang on, I’ll come up and help ya figure it out!” He marched over to the staircase, took a few steps up, and instantly blanked. Gripping the banister, he called out, “Wait a minute… was I going up the stairs or coming down?”
Down in the kitchen, the “baby” of the family, age 92, sat sipping his coffee and listening to the chaos. He shook his head in pity, muttering to himself, “Good Lord, I hope I never get that terribly senile.”
To ward off the bad luck, he firmly rapped his knuckles against the wooden kitchen table: Knock, knock!
He then stood up and shouted toward the stairs:
“Hang on, boys! I’ll come up and help both of you just as soon as I check to see who’s at the front door!”
