Pleasing the palate of a four-year-old

My oldest leaned over to my husband while we were at dinner at my mother's the other night. In a not so quiet whisper he says:

"Grandma makes the worst dinner."

"Don't you mean the best?"

"No, I mean the worst."

Oops. Maybe we should talk about manners next family home evening.

And here is what he did to my two-week menu posted on the fridge.

His explanation: "Mom, I don't want to eat those things so I crossed them out. And I drew you a picture. Can't we have french toast? I like french toast."

And in case you are wondering, no, he can't read and does not know which foods he was crossing out. He just assumed that if I was making it, he wouldn't like it.