"What's that you're reading?"
"What's in it?"
"I can't tell you that! A diary is a highly personal and confidential affair. It has important secret dreams and secret yearnings. It's private. It's not meant to be shared lightly with other people. Besides, this belongs to Mary."
A Cheerio sat at the bottom of a box of cereal, but he longed to get to the top of the box. He had heard at the top of the box, there was a huge party, and he wanted to be a part of it.
So one day, he began climbing. He climbed over the other Cheerios, and gradually got his way up the box. It took a lot of trying and determination, but eventually, he made it! He was so excited! And at the top of the box, there was the party, just like he had heard. He got to the dance line, and he danced.
He got to conga line, and he did the conga.
He got to the refreshment line, and ate refreshments.
And he got to the punch line, but there was no punchline.
My wife was complaining that I spend too much time on the computer, and not enough time with her.
I decided to fix that by having a "movie night" with her.
We watched Hackers, The Net, Anti-Trust, You've Got Mail and The Matrix.
She's still mad at me.
While I sat in the reception area of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone and silent.
Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother's lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man's, he said, "I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller, too."