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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, Julia, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughters Candy and Cookie."

He turned to the second mom, Lori, and told her, "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."

He turned to the third mom, Elaine, and said, "Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."

At this point, the fourth mother, Barbara, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, "Come on, Dick, we're leaving. Your brothers, Peter and Willy, are waiting for us.''
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