A psychiatrist was conducting a Group Therapy Session with five young mothers and 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, he said: "Mary, 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 of Penny, Goldie and Frank.

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

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

At this point, The fifth mother, Kathy, quietly got up from her seat, 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..."

Good One!

OK. I just KNEW where that one was going!
Peter

Peter--how would you know that? LOL