You have 101 ways to say “I love you.” I have fourteen ways to say “Do not aim at eyes or face.”

This scan just put Rick Steves out of business.

I’m digging the frightened-child art, though it took me a bit to figure it out. The projectiles are part of the picture, I think. So if your projectiles are going to fly in a given direction, you’re not allowed to put a child there. Or you’re only allowed if the child’s head is encased in a red-fringed bubble. Or if it’s just a decapitated child’s head inside the bubble, because dude. Toy projectiles are the least of that head’s problems.

(Or it means, why have kids when you can have these cool plastic missiles instead?)