This is where Jumba got very upset. "The Bug doesn't belong to Jesus. He did not buy it." I responded with the logic. "God created them so they all belong to God."
"Mom this is my church, we go here and give them pennies, I own the bug, it is my bug!" I let it go. For some reason owning the bug means the world to Jumba.
So a few days later Possible was trying to get Jumba ready to go outside to play. She pulled out a can of OFF of keep the bugs away. Possible starting spraying Jumba's legs when he asked her, "What is that?" She answered, "Bug Spray baby doll now stand still." He then grabbed her arm and screamed, "What the heck do you think you are doing? I am not a bug!"
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