A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with five young
mothers and their small children.

"You all have obsessions," he observed.

To the first mother, Mary, he said: "You are obsessed with eating. You've
even named your daughter Candy."

He turned to the second Mum, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. It
manifests itself in your children's names, Penny, Goldie and Frank.

He turned to the third Mum, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This too
shows itself in your children's names: Brandy and Sherry. You even called
the cat, "Whisky".

He then turned to the fourth Mum June: "Your obsession is with flowers. Your
girls are called Rose, Daphne & Poppy."

At this point, the fifth mother, Kathy, quietly got up, took her little boy
by the hand and whispered: "Come on, Dick, this guy has no idea what he's
talking about. Let's pick up Fanny and Willy and go home."

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