Feldmeijer and the Alien Invasion by Acton Bell

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Feldmeijer shook his head at the painful memory. To see the leaders of the world reduced to gushing, rambling idiots as they tried to prove how above average their progeny were. It was pitiful. He wouldn't be caught dead acting in such a sorry manner.
"A First Strike?" suggested Iyengar, drawing his attention back to the real problem.
"If only," Feldmeijer snarled. "But you know Justice is just looking for an excuse to nail someone for violating the new Constitutional amendment." He sing-songed the words. "'Neither Earth nor her territories will open hostilities toward an alien government.' So a pacifistic race was wiped out. They could have been plotting something. No, we have to come up with something that will send the Veranians flying back into their black hole without it looking like an attack."
"Like what?" Iyengar asked.
Feldmeijer slammed his hand down on the desk, breaking both for the tenth time that year. "Will you stop asking questions and let me think! You're as bad as those blasted four-year-olds," he muttered.
Iyengar shut her mouth, her lips forming a thin line that boded ill for her superior.
But Feldmeijer was not paying attention. A plan had sprung full-formed in his mind. "That's it!" he shouted, planting a kiss on those thin lips. "Iyengar I could marry you!" he yelled, forgetting in his excitement that a kiss was as good as a promise to one of Iyengar's background.
The thought, however, never crossed his mind. He was too busy instructing the computers to connect him with the world's leaders. "Madame President?" he said smoothly. "I couldn't help but notice that that wonderful little grandson of yours just loves to talk. Well, I was thinking – wouldn't he make a wonderful representative to the Veranians? And perhaps he could take some of those charming little pre-pubescents I met earlier today with him."
And so it was that the Veranian fleet returned through their black hole, pulling it in behind them, after receiving – and more importantly to them, returning – the Earth delegation.
As the beaming grandparents and parents of the world's four-year-olds cuddled their little delegates, Feldmeijer looked on with a sour expression.
"You should be pleased," Iyengar said, entwining her and her new fiancé's fingers together. "The Veranians will never bother us again and all you had to do to achieve it was send a group of children as delegates. Five minutes of constant questions and they were ready to leave us alone. It was a most excellent plan."
"But they sent them back," Feldmeijer said. "They sent them all those little brats with their incessant questioning back." He shuddered. "I never want to see a four-year-old again."
Iyengar rubbed against him. "Don't worry. I'm sure our own will be different."