Backed into a corner

Lauren and I were talking about Good Friday, which led in to a discussion of miracles.  Lauren was explaining various parables, such as the healing of the leper and the wossname of the taxman, and concluded that it sounds like magic.  Keen to keep her a godless atheist, I was about to seize on this to show why these things are just parables rather than histories, when I realized that this would mean explaining that magic doesn’t exist (in this sense anyway).  I settled for “Yes, it does sound a lot like magic”; I’m not ready to deny magic to my little girl yet.