Mother: Because when you were just a precious little baby, a rose fell off a tree and onto your head.
Girl 2: But mother, why am I named Blossom?
Mother: Well my darling, same with you; a blossom blew from a tree and onto your head.
Girl 3: Mufaghh ma waafaa maaa?
Mother: How about you stop fucking complaining, Coconut?
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