"Father, could you tell me the story again?"

"I shall, but first, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever truly believed in the truth of these stories?"

"Well, Father, I have doubted it in the past. However the more you tell me these stories and the more detailed they get overtime, the more they become impossible to doubt."

"Good. As a man telling a story one believes is shrouded in lies becomes a myth." The Father continued, "However, in my case, I wish for you to keep it as a myth, and nothing more. Instead of a lie shrouded in lies, make a lie shrouded in truth."

"To begin, remember this was how I met your mother."