Four Catholic men and one Catholic woman were having coffee in St. Peter’s Square. The first man said proudly, “My son is a priest. When he enters a room, people call him ‘Father.’” The second added, “My son is a bishop. People call him ‘Your Grace.’” The third said, “My son is a Cardinal. He’s addressed as ‘Your Eminence.’”

The fourth smiled, “My son is the Pope. Everyone calls him ‘Your Holiness.’” They then turned to the woman. She calmly replied, “I have a daughter. When she walks into a room, people just say, ‘Jesus Christ!’” Four old friends reunited after 30 years and began talking about their children.

The first said, “My son worked his way up in a company and is now president. He’s so rich he gave his best friend a Mercedes.” The second said, “My son became a pilot and now owns most of an airline. He gave his best friend a private jet.” The third added, “My son is an engineer who built a huge company.

He gifted his best friend a mansion.” Just then, the fourth friend returned. They asked about his son. He said, “My son works as a dancer at a nightclub.” The others reacted with disappointment, but he replied, “I’m proud of him. And he’s doing just fine—his birthday was recently, and he received a mansion, a jet, and a Mercedes from his three boyfriends.”