Streaming services are a dime a dozen at this point, and we subscribe to no less than six of them. But today was Disney+ Day, bringing with it a deluge of content that, as a consumer and a parent, I am more than ready to surrender my free will to. Before leaving for my trivia show tonight, I tried to make sure Miles was set up with some essential viewing material.
I am not joking when I say that Miles came home today and started saying, “Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars,” over and over. Does he know exactly what “Star Wars” is? Not really, but he definitely recognizes the characters and knows Star Wars merchandise when he sees it (note the lunch box to the left in the above picture — Miles ran into the office and snagged it off a shelf when I told him I would put Star Wars on TV for him).
Long story short: my work is done. Disney+, he’s your kid now.
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