Malibu Nanny: The True Adventures Of The Former Kardashian Nanny

I took in my surroundings, including the many pictures that were in
frames on the walls and on desks and tables. One frame after another, I
saw the face of Bruce Jenner staring back at me. Linda “Jenner.” I
began to realize whom I might be working for – none other than Bruce
Jenner, Olympic decathlon champion.
I had started eating Wheaties, the Breakfast of Champions, for breakfast
when I was still in elementary school. As I became involved in sports in
high school, I never missed my bowl of Wheaties, knowing they were
making me stronger and faster. Many mornings, I sat in my chair,
staring at the face of Bruce Jenner on the front of the Wheaties box. I
thought he was so cute. He was an American hero because he won the
gold medal in the most challenging sports event in the Olympics during
America’s Centennial year of 1976. My dad praised him constantly as
the epitome of a true all around sports champion, and he became an icon
in my household.
Now here I was in his house. I couldn’t believe it. Butterflies flitted
around my stomach, and I actually felt light headed. Collect yourself,
Pam! I did not want to sound like a star struck kid and give the family a
bad first impression.
When the front door opened around seven p.m., the boys blew in like a
tornado, full of energy and excitement. I was expecting to see Linda
right behind them, but to my great surprise, it was Bruce Jenner himself.
My idol, the American Hero, the man on the Wheaties box. Here he was
standing right in front of me. Flabbergasted, nervous, excited, shocked,
overwhelmed – I was a jumble of emotions.
He extended his hand and said, “I’m Bruce. This is Brandon and this is
Brody.”