In a surprising and heartwarming twist, Fox News host Greg Gutfeld is melting hearts across America — not with his razor-sharp wit, but with a baby wipe in hand.
Sources close to the production of Gutfeld! have revealed that the outspoken TV personality and recent father has been quietly slipping away during commercial breaks — to change his newborn daughter’s diapers right backstage.
“We thought he was just going to get coffee or check notes,” one crew member shared anonymously. “But then we saw the changing mat… and the pacifier clipped to his belt!”
Gutfeld, who welcomed his second child with wife Elena Moussa just a few weeks ago, has reportedly insisted on being as hands-on as possible, even while balancing the demands of live television. And by “hands-on,” we mean elbow-deep in diaper duty.
The behind-the-scenes buzz started when floor producers noticed a new addition to the backstage green room: a fully-stocked diaper bag embroidered with the name “Mira.” It didn’t take long before whispers turned into adorable truths.
“He’s surprisingly gentle,” one Fox insider admitted. “He jokes around on-air, but when he’s with the baby, he’s in full dad mode.”
According to those on set, Gutfeld’s new routine involves dashing off stage the moment cameras cut — swapping out cue cards for baby wipes, and returning just in time to deliver another punchline.
Co-host Kat Timpf even joked on air last week, “If Greg looks a little tired, it’s because he just did a diaper blowout during the last break — not a monologue.”
Viewers, of course, had no idea — until now.
This softer side of Gutfeld has taken many by surprise, especially fans who are more used to his biting commentary than baby talk. But those closest to him say the transition into fatherhood (again) has changed him in ways no one expected.
“He still roasts politicians,” a crew member laughed, “but now he also knows how to swaddle like a pro.”
Whether he’s taking down hypocrisy or tackling dirty diapers, one thing is clear: Greg Gutfeld is owning fatherhood — one commercial break at a time.
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