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 (http://image2.findagrave.com/photoThumbnails/photos/2007/353/20794327_119818384015.jpg) and Willy and go home."