I did what any responsible father would do and said, "Is that how we ask for things?"
My son walked away, surprising, but in the short attention span theater that is the mind of a seven year old, not unlikely. A few minutes later, my son and daughter walked into the kitchen - my daughter planting herself firmly in front of me and my son standing behind her. She began:
Daddy. Some people don't want us to have cookies. But a lot of people like cookies. Cookies would make us happy. You should give us cookies because we need to be happy. They will make us strong. Daddy. Consider it. It is your duty. Give us cookies.Then my son stepped forward and announced, "I'm Barak Obama and I approved this message."
Clearly the Obama campaign has raised way too much money if they can afford to advertise extensively on Nickelodeon.