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A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with five young mothers & their small children. "You all have obsessions," he stated. "I am concerned that these individual obsessions are going to impact your children."
To the first mother, Mary, he said: "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second mother, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. It manifests itself in your children's names, Penny, Goldie and Frank."
He turned to the third mother, 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 mother, 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. Grab Fanny and Willy ... we're going."
To the first mother, Mary, he said: "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second mother, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. It manifests itself in your children's names, Penny, Goldie and Frank."
He turned to the third mother, 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 mother, 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. Grab Fanny and Willy ... we're going."
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