Obsessions
The psychiatrist was holding a group consultation with three
young mothers and their small children.
“You all have obsessions,” he told them.
To the first one, he said, “Your obsession is eating. Why,
you’ve even named your daughter Candy.”
The second, he said, was obsessed by money. “Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”
At this point, the third mother arose and, taking her little boy by the hand, whispered, “Let’s go, Dick.”