One Sunday after church I asked my mom why the priest never talked about Doh-Mighty. She looked confused.
“What do you mean, honey? What is Doh-mighty?”
“You know, there’s Jesus and the Holy Spirit and then there’s Doh-Mighty.”
Now she looked a tad alarmed. Being an educator, she chose a different tack and asked me to put it in a sentence.
I replied, “When Daddy’s driving he yells, ‘JEEEZUS CHRRRIST DOH-MIGHTY!'”
Her face turned an interesting shade of plum.