Obsessions...
Obsessions...
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, ****,
we're leaving. Your brothers Peter and ***** are waiting for us.''
Ha ha! Just wanted to lighten things up a little guys!
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, ****,
we're leaving. Your brothers Peter and ***** are waiting for us.''
Ha ha! Just wanted to lighten things up a little guys!
