My little girl Audrey is the very definition of a Disney princess.

She dresses up like Cinderella every chance she can get and dreams one day of becoming

a Jedi.

She's our only child, so of course she's a little spoiled.

Her grandpa especially likes to dull honor with toys and plush animals from the company

so her room is filled with them.

So I guess I should have been too surprised when I found out my dad had prescribed us to

do that new streaming service from the house of mouse.

It's a little excited.

Thinking about how we could stream Milana in one room with her and then get the chance

to watch the Mandalorian in bed.

When we look at the confirmation email told me that somehow he got us the wrong thing.

Disney minus.

It's like the rejects.

Our wife joked.

I didn't have the heart to tell my dad so I figured if we got to quietly cancel after

a few days and just sign us up for the correct service.

Much to my surprise though that very same night I walked into the living room to find Aubrey

glued to the tube watching some sort of Mickey Mouse off brand.

The colors were off.

Mickey was dancing like he had ants in his pants.

And I was reminded of that old steamboat willy but much much cheaper.

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