On a sunny Saturday in May 2025, Greg Gutfeld, the irreverent host of Gutfeld! and The Five, stood in the produce aisle of a Whole Foods in Manhattan, clutching a shopping list scribbled by his wife, Elena Moussa. His eight-month-old daughter, Mira, sat in the cart, her tiny sneakers kicking gleefully. At 60, Greg was a master of political satire but a novice at parenting, and this solo grocery run—his first without Elena—was shaping up to be a comedic disaster. What began as a simple errand would become a chaotic, heartwarming lesson in embracing the mess of fatherhood.
Greg and Elena had welcomed Mira in December 2024, a milestone that transformed their $10.5 million SoHo loft into a world of bottles, blankets, and a disgruntled French bulldog named Gus. Elena, a former model and stylist, handled most parenting duties with grace, while Greg, self-admittedly “terrible at everything,” stuck to what he called “moral support.” But today, Elena was at a design consultation, and Greg had insisted he could handle the weekly shop. “It’s just groceries,” he’d told her, waving off her detailed instructions. “How hard can it be?”
The answer came quickly. In the produce section, Greg reached for a bag of apples, only to knock over a display, sending fruit rolling across the floor. Mira clapped, delighted by the chaos, as Greg muttered, “Great, now I’m the guy who starts an apple avalanche.” Shoppers stared, and a store employee rushed over. Greg flashed his TV smile, joking, “Don’t worry, I’m rehearsing for my new show, Gutfeld’s Grocery Gaffes!” The employee didn’t laugh.
Things escalated in the diaper aisle. As Greg debated between “ultra-absorbent” and “eco-friendly,” Mira let out a telltale grunt. The unmistakable smell confirmed it: a diaper blowout. Greg, who’d famously bragged on The Five about avoiding diaper duty, felt panic rising. “Kid, you’re sabotaging my street cred,” he whispered, grabbing wipes and praying for a miracle. In the store’s family restroom, he fumbled through the change, muttering a stream of one-liners to keep Mira calm. “You’re tougher than a liberal at a Trump rally,” he said, earning a giggle from his daughter.
Back in the aisles, a fan recognized him. “Greg Gutfeld? Love your show!” the man said, snapping a selfie as Greg balanced Mira’s cart and a leaking sippy cup. “Any hot takes on fatherhood?” Greg, still rattled from the diaper debacle, quipped, “Yeah, it’s like hosting a live show with no script and a heckler who poops.” The fan laughed, but Greg felt a twinge of truth. Fatherhood was unscripted, unpredictable, and humbling—qualities he wasn’t used to.
By the time Greg reached the checkout, the cart was a mess: half the list forgotten, a rogue pack of baby carrots added, and Mira chewing on a cereal box. He was exhausted, his usual confidence shaken. But as he loaded bags into the stroller, Mira reached for his hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around his. She smiled, her eyes—Elena’s eyes—sparkling with trust. In that moment, the chaos faded. Greg realized he didn’t need to be perfect. He just needed to show up.
Back at the loft, Elena surveyed the haphazard groceries with amusement. “You got baby carrots instead of carrots?” she teased. Greg grinned, scooping up Mira. “Hey, I survived, and Mira’s still in one piece. That’s a win.” Over dinner, he recounted the adventure, turning the apple avalanche and diaper disaster into a stand-up routine that had Elena laughing. But the real story was quieter: for the first time, Greg felt like a dad, not just a bystander.
On his next Gutfeld! episode, Greg slipped in a bit about the grocery run, joking, “I learned more about life in Whole Foods than I did in 60 years of punditry.” The audience roared, but Greg’s mind was on Mira. Fatherhood at 60 was messy, chaotic, and beautiful—and he was all in, one grocery run at a time.
