God help us... Here is a poem Anne wrote in her journal one night in bed.
One day I want to be a rock star
that will be cool
i wisy (wish) but i am a kid
i my (am) sad
i want to be a goun (grown) up
but I my (am) not so I brctrend (pretend)
my mom and dad are going to woth (watch) me
I am a rock star
a rock star

And when she recites it to you, you should hear the way she reads that last sentence. With such conviction. It's hysterical.
Here are a few pictures of the girls being rockstars and posing for the camera.