A psychiatrist is conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. “You all have obsessions,” he says.

To the first mother he says, “You’re obsessed with eating. So you’ve named your daughter Candy.”

To the second Mum he says, “You’re obsessed with money. So you’ve you’re your daughter Penny.”

He turns to the third Mom and says, “Your obsession is with alcohol. So you’ve named your child Brandy.”

At this point, the fourth mother, gets up, takes her son by the hand and whispers. “Come on, dic k, we’re leaving!”

lmyos, nice one