The adorable little 5-year-old I teach every morning has a story running through her head all the time. If she's left alone for a few minutes, it spills out of her mouth, and she plays all the parts. From a couple of rooms away, I hear her speaking dramatically, her voice changing slightly for the various characters. I'm quite sure that the life we grown-ups ask her to participate in is an annoying interruption of these proceedings. Lucky for her, she has a teacher who sympathizes thoroughly.