Four women sit together, chatting about their sons.
The first smiles. “My son’s a bishop. When he enters a room, people say, ‘Your Excellency.’”
The second adds, “Well, my son’s a cardinal. People greet him with, ‘Your Eminence.’”
The third beam. “My son is the pope. Everywhere he goes, they say, ‘Your Holiness.’”
The fourth shrugs. “My boy doesn’t hold a title. He’s seven feet tall and weighs 550 pounds. But whenever he walks into a room, everyone just says, ‘Oh my God!’”
