I never use that phrase. I don't know why I said it, but I did as a car cut in front of me in traffic. I guess better that than a choice four letter word considering that my backseat was occupied with two little parrots.
Me: Well, heavens to Betsy.
Paxon: Who's Betsy? What's heaven?
Me: Wishing that Travis were in the car for the theological questions. I don't know Betsy, it's just a funny thing to say.
Pax: So persistent. And heaven?
Me: Well, some people think that's where God lives. (I know, I'm selling him a Sunday school line here, but I was trying to move on).
Pax: Skeptically I don't think so, Mom. I think God lives in New York City.
So there you go. If you need to talk to the Big Guy, go to the Big Apple.
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