MY SON



These four catholic crones 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 crone says, "My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he's called 'Your Eminence'."

Since the fourth catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three give her this subtle "Well...?" look.

So she says, "My son is 6'2"; he has broad, square shoulders, he's terribly handsome and dresses very well. Whenever he walks into a room, women say, 'Oh, my God!'"

good one!