I am recounting the joke.
I am uncertain if it will work in type.
A father was walking with his three daughters when the first and oldest asked, "Daddy! Where'd I get my name from?"
"Well Rose," The father began, "When we were leaving the hospital a breeze swept a rose petal from someone's room and it landed on your forehead, and that's why we called you rose."
"Daddy! Daddy! what about me?" The middle girl asked.
"Well lily, when your mother was holding you for the very first time, I accidentally knocked over the vase on her night table to see you better and a lily fell on your forehead."
"Mrawgh! Graaaaaa, Uwaaaooo." Said the youngest.
"Shut up, Cinderblock!"