Suuuuper Panty Liner Boy to the rescue!!!

I received the following e-mail from a co-worker this morning:

Subject: Why kids should not be left alone

Is it just me, or is there something disturbing about this image?
I get that it’s supposed to be cute. “Oh look, silly boy got into my blood catchers.”
But for some reason, it just doesn’t sit well with me.
Maybe it’s the fact that the pads are placed a little too symmetrically for him to have put them on himself.
Maybe it’s the impending pain that awaits this little guy when they get ripped off.
Maybe it’s the fact that the pad over his wee wee reminds me of those Biore pore strips that you are supposed to put on your nose.
Or, maybe it’s the fact that his hands are put behind him in a sad, submissive superhero pose. Even the soft light coming from the hallway is eerie.
No, actaully, I think the most troubling thing about this image is his sad lil' face. His eyes are pleading, “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I let you put all these stupid things on me because you told me they were just big stickers. I let you curl my hair and tie my hands behind my back. I let you take 63 pictures of me so you could get it juuust right. But now I wanna go outside and play…with my clothes ON. Why can’t you be like the other mommies? Why do you do this to me? I hope are saving money for my therapy, because I am gonna need it. Let me go mommy, let me go!”

Then again, maybe I’m the sick fuck who is reading too much into this.