Mom: When I was your age, I kept a diary.
Daughter: What's a diary?
Mom: A little book I wrote in every day.
Daughter: What did you write?
Mom: Oh, anything really. What I did that day, how I felt, crazy things I saw.
Daughter: You mean like a blog?
Mom: Yes, kind of a like a blog. Except I wrote it on paper and no one else was allowed to see it.
Daughter: Then why did you write it?
Mom: For me. Just my little secret place to write things.
Daughter: Yeah but why keep a blog if it's going to be a secret?
Mom: Well, I suppose it was...I mean, I guess I just liked writing down my thoughts.
Daughter: But no one else could read them! That's just talking to yourself.
Mom: Hmmmm. Maybe you'd like to keep a diary?