Got this from a friend of mine:
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, (from Toronto) Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with
eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, (from Montreal) Ann: "Your obsession is with
money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce (from BC): "Your obsession is alcohol.
This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, (from Newfoundland) Carol, 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 pick up Peter and Willy from school
and go get dinner."