Sunday, November 2, 2008


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."

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 go pick up Peter and Willy from school and go get dinner."


MoonRaven said...

It's been a busy week--I meant to comment on this earlier. I appreciate that you aren't so caught up in ecological consciousness that you can't throw in a few jokes. This one was very funny. I plan to send it to a friend of mine.

undacova mutha said...

Thank you moonraven!