[[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...