The Psychiatrist

A man pleaded with the psychiatrist, "You've got to help me. It's my son."

"What's the matter?""He's always eating mud pies. I get up in the morning and there he is in the backyard eating mud pies. I come hoes at lunch and he's eating mud pies. I come home at dinner and there he is in the backyard eating mud pies."The psychiatrist reassured him, "Give the kid a chance. It's all part of growing up. It'll pass."

"Well, I don't like it, and neither does his wife."