Not long after his marriage, Joe and his father, met for lunch.
“Well, son,” asked the father, “how is married life treating you?”
“Not very well, I’m afraid,” sighed Joe.
“It seems I married a nun.”
“A nun?” his father questioned.
“That’s right,” moaned Joe.
“None in the morning, none at night, and none at all unless I beg!”
Joe’s father nodded knowingly and slapped his boy on the back a couple of times.
“Why don’t we all get together for dinner tonight and have a nice talk?”
Joe smiled, “Say, Dad, that’s a great idea!”
“Fine,” replied the father, “I’ll call home and tell the Mother Superior to set two extra plates.”