You All Have Obsessions

A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.

“You all have obsessions,” he observed.

He starts with the first one: “you have an obsession with food because you named your daughter candy.”

He turns to the second and says: “you have an obsession with money because you named your daughter penny.”

He turns to the third: “your obsession is alcohol because you named your daughter brandy.”

Then he turns to the fourth mother, but before he could say anything, the mother stands up, grabs her son’s hand and says

“Come on, dick, let’s go.”