The first time Layla came over, she was nine, clutching a glittery karaoke microphone and wearing sunglasses indoors. “Your hallway has great natural light for a content nook,” she announced, adjusting her tiny denim jacket. I didn’t even know what a “content nook” was.
In the comments, fans wrote: “So authentic!” and “Layla is so down-to-earth!”
Last Tuesday, I got a front-row seat to the chaos. Layla was filming a “Day in the Life” video at our house—because our “vintage suburban kitchen” fit her “authentic era.”
The strangest part? Mia loved it. Not the fame part—she genuinely loved Layla. “Mom, she’s not fake,” Mia insisted. “She’s just… more when the camera’s on.”
That was the real Layla Jenner. And between the ring lights and the brand trips, between the sponsored detox teas and the “unboxings” of free designer bags, she was still just my daughter’s friend—the one who asked for extra guacamole and hated matcha.
The first time Layla came over, she was nine, clutching a glittery karaoke microphone and wearing sunglasses indoors. “Your hallway has great natural light for a content nook,” she announced, adjusting her tiny denim jacket. I didn’t even know what a “content nook” was.
In the comments, fans wrote: “So authentic!” and “Layla is so down-to-earth!”
Last Tuesday, I got a front-row seat to the chaos. Layla was filming a “Day in the Life” video at our house—because our “vintage suburban kitchen” fit her “authentic era.”
The strangest part? Mia loved it. Not the fame part—she genuinely loved Layla. “Mom, she’s not fake,” Mia insisted. “She’s just… more when the camera’s on.”
That was the real Layla Jenner. And between the ring lights and the brand trips, between the sponsored detox teas and the “unboxings” of free designer bags, she was still just my daughter’s friend—the one who asked for extra guacamole and hated matcha.