Two Jewish women were speaking about their sons, each of whom was incarcerated in the state prison.
The first says, “Oy, my son has it so hard. He is locked away in maximum security, he never even speaks to anyone or sees the light of day.
He has no exercise and he lives a horrible life.”
The second says, “Well, my son is in minimum security.
He exercises every day, he spends time in the prison library, takes some classes, and writes home each week.
“Oy,” says the first woman, “You must get such naches from our son.”
