Just last night at dinner, I was bragging to my girlfriends about Annabelle’s latest creative exploits.

In the past week, she’s created the “Lemonade Stand Fashion Club” (you come to the lemonade stand and describe your dream outfit, then the “designers” make it) and a soap “business” called “Watermelon Cream.” And as usual, ideas for several cake designs have been bandied about. (I do wish her all-girl band, the Bubble Gums, would make a comeback. I haven’t heard about them in a while.)

This morning she took my order for a glitter/rose petal creation called a “Pedal Bookay.” (We’ll need to go to Safeway for roses this weekend, she announced.)  And I noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table, with intricate drawings on both sides, labeled, “A celebrity character.” One side has a “hoola” girl in a grass skirt and hoola hoop, with the caption, “party time baby!”

The second (I hope you can see the details in the picture) is apparently Miss America, being filmed on the red carpet — snapping her fingers, commenting “catchy song” — while a crowd sings, “(Miss) America! America! God shed his grace on SHE!” Members of the crowd are making comments, such as, “It was worth 500 dollars, you know!” and “Go Miss A!”

I picked it up and looked at it and thought, “What I’d give to be inside Annabelle’s head!”

Then I realized I already was.