Four catholic ladies are talking about how important their sons are.

The first one tells her friends “my son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him ‘Father.'”

The second Catholic woman chirps, “while my son is a bishop, when he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Grace.'”

The third Catholic woman says smugly, “Well, not to put you down, but my son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, ‘Your Eminence.'”

The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence. The first three women give her a subtle “well…..?”
She replies, ” My son is a charismatic, 6’2″, hard-bodied male stripper. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, “My God.”