I passed the haggis in the butcher’s window this morning and it set off a whole chain of thoughts down memory lane. The first was that I really used to love haggis even though my father repeatedly told my brother and I that it was a small furry Scottish animal that lived in the Highlands. In fact, he actually led us to believe that the haggis was related to the Lirpa Loof, a hairy creature that lived in the wilds of Ireland. Like the Tooth Fairy and Father Christmas, parents and mythical stories are just a magical part of childhood. Got to admit, though, that my kids aren’t having much of a magical time with my story-telling (must work harder)!