Fwd: Therapy Session

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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