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, 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!