Me: When we visit France you finally get to see the Eiffel Tower, Eden. Aren't you excited! Maybe we can take a tour of the mustard factory in Dijon while we are there. That would be kind of interesting.
Eden: No way am I going near any mustard. You know how I hate mustard.
Me: Eden, you really have to stop being such a freak about food. When we go to France, be adventurous and give everything a try. You never know, you might fall in love with mustard and come home a changed man.
Claire: Yeah, Eden. There's a whole world out there beyond chicken nuggets.
Eden: No way am I going to try gross French stuff. Snails? So discusting. Who would ever even think of cooking those things???
Claire: I ate them and I thought they were ok.
Me: I'm going to try everything.
Eden: Mom, French food is the worst food on the planet and you know it.
Me (in a very shocked tone): What??? Are you kidding me? French food is amazing! You have just insulted an entire country my friend. I think you might just get kicked out the minute your foot touches French soil!
Eden: Oh come on! Who are you kidding. If it's so great, why aren't there any French restaurants around here. Name one French restaurant within 10 miles of our house.
Eden: I rest my case.
See what you have done fast food chains. You have tainted the taste buds of my son.
A sincere apology to the good people of France: S'il vous plaît pardonnez mon fils insensé.