Four old Catholic women were having coffee.
The first 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'".
Since the fourth woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three give
her this subtle look,  "Well...?",
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...'."