[[BoxJam is working with a blob of clay]]

Ms. BoxJam: I want hair like mine.

BoxJam: Then I call the face shape.

Ms. BoxJam: Maybe I should specify -- I want arms.

BoxJam: I'm gettin' to it.

Ms. BoxJam: Nice job on the back. You know it's supposed to be a girl...

BoxJam: Little BoxJam wanted a boy.

Ms. BoxJam: Well I'm the Mommy. Make her a girl.

BoxJam: *SIGH* Give me another couple of minutes...

[[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam in bed]]

Ms. BoxJam: That's where you told him babies come from?

BoxJam: I had that '100 Pounds of Clay' song in my head...