A listener production. Our first nappy change, Marcus and I start talking and then I'm like,

oh fuck, he's pissing. Don't film me. You are ridiculous. Don't do that either. I'm sick of you. You're a nutcase. I don't care, Luke.

Look at you.

You infuriate me as a human being.

Are you recording?

Can I pick my nose?

Look!

Sassy!

Sassy!

Scott!

Scott, I hear you've got some news!

Call me Daddy, call me Zaddy, whatever you like.

I am a dad, Luke, and yes, you're an uncle.

I have two gorgeous twin sons.

All right, go hit us, what are the names?

Okay, first I always, you know, everyone here knows that when I worked in Africa, in Ghana specifically, there was an

organization there that I was very heavily involved with and one young boy who

blew me away who's an adult now, his name's Obed and he's the most incredible shimmer being I've ever met in my life.

Inspires me still to this day, and I promised myself, I promised him that my first son would be called after him.

So Marx and I don't do things half-ask, so we double-barreled it.

We called our first son that came out Obed Oliver, yes it's hyphenated, and our second son who came out two minutes later

we have called Bobby Beckett.

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