A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four
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 Mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."
To the first mother, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point,
the fourth 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 Peter and Willy from school and get some dinner".
