Three Catholic Women and an Old Jewish Lady are Having Coffee

Three Catholic women and an older Jewish lady 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 woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him Your Grace."

The third old woman says "My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he's called Your Eminence."

As the little old Jewish lady sips her coffee in silence, the first three give her this subtle "Well...?" look, so she says: "My son is 6'5"; he has broad, square shoulders, lean hips and is very muscular; he's terribly handsome, has beautiful hair, dresses very well and always smells wonderful. Whenever he walks into a room, women say "Oh, my God...."