Cinderblock

A woman is walking home with her three daughters- Rose, Lily, and Cinderblock.
Rose asks her mother, “Mom, why did you name me Rose?”
To which her mother replies, “Well sweetie, when we were coming home from the hospital with you a rose fell on your head!”
Lily, curious now, asks her mother “Mom, why did you name me after a flower too?”
To which her mother replies, “Well sweetie, when we were coming home from the hospital with you a lily fell on your head!”
Cinderblock says to her mother, “hghghdnbgh!!? ^dnbgh^!??!”