Teaching Alby how to laugh.

Teaching Alby how to laugh. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Teaching Alby how to laugh. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

This morning I taught Alby how to laugh.

I mean he had the basics, he knew how to giggle. He could crack a decent smile…but what we were working on today was more that sustained this-is-so-funny-even-though-I’ve-seen-it-ten-times-I-can’t-help-but-laugh kind of laugh.

His mum had gone off to grab a twenty-minute power nap and I wrapped him up thinking he might go to sleep. I held him in my arms with him lying on his back looking up at me, and it was on.

The moment he looked at me he just started laughing, so I smiled at him and he thought that was hilarious, which I thought was hilarious, which he thought was hilarious, which I definitely found hilarious, which he couldn’t help but find incredibly funny…you can see where this is heading. We laughed so much it was definitely good for our health.

Hang on…who was teaching who how to laugh?

I spent the rest of the day trialling my podcast…I ended up having lots of conversations with women about the things that matter most to them in the world.

It was a very special thing to listen to their stories.

It helped me to be a better man.

I suppose one day Alby might also learn how to listen to the women that surround him by watching me listen.

That feels like a beautiful extension of our lesson on laughing.



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