Dear Senator Obama,
Last night over dinner my husband and I were talking to our three-year-old daughter about the final debate and trying to explain what the election was and why we would be voting for Mr. Obama instead of Mr. McCain. My daughter doesn't know much about politics, but she knows about rhyming. Ok no, she doesn't know anything about rhyming, but she is obsessed with trying to master the concept, and that is why she came up with a new slogan for your campaign that I am sure you will want to begin to use exclusively. I am so sure you will love this new slogan and want to launch it immediately that I have taken the step of having my talented husband design a new poster for you, suitable for mass distribution. We will not discuss what I have had to pay my husband for his design services, although I am fairly certain it is not regulated by campaign finance laws. Anyway, as you are busy I will cut to the chase and present your new slogan. You may thank me later with an appropriate cabinet-level position. Possibly Secretary of Brownies?