Four Catholic ladies were having coffee.
The first Catholic woman tells her friends, “My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father.'”
The second Catholic woman chirps, “My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him, ‘Your Grace.'”
The third Catholic mother says, “My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Eminence.'”
Since the fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women give her this subtle look, “Well?”
So she replies, “My son is a gorgeous, 6’ 2″, hard-bodied dancer. When he walks into a room, people say, ‘Oh my God!'”