"The Paper Bag Princess"
“Paper bag princess,” I could barely get the words out I was giggling so hard. On the screen, a boy with curly hair and dimples laughed along with me. “I’ve never heard of that,” he says. “It’s about a girl and a dragon and well, she’s in a paper bag,” I tell him. “That does not sound like a very good storybook in my opinion,” he says back to me. Still playful I retort, “Hey a better favorite than Ferdinand the Bull! That’s so basic.” He rolls his eyes, used to my antics at this point. I’m realizing I’m not doing the book any justice, so I quickly say, “Wait here.” I’m not sure where he would go. We’re in our nightly ritual, Facetiming after a global pandemic cut our relationship short. That particular night, I was having a hard time falling asleep, not that I was trying too hard considering we had been facetiming for nearly an hour. He and I are were talking about bedtime stories, which sparked the conversation of our favorite books growing up. Obviously not to be outdone by his love of the dear little gentle bull Ferdinand, I was convinced to share with him my favorite story of a fearless little princess.
