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.