Everybody Likes Flowers . . . Do You Like Flowers?

C'mon boys and girls, come and see the flower, follow me, into this playground rest room, it's okay . . . I promise . . .

This particular figurine creeps me out to no end. It makes me want to slap the first sculptor and mold-maker I see (I mean it. Besides the obvious, what's with the lobster claw hand *blech*). I also want to slap the painter, but that's for color choice as much as anything else.