Before Vicki and I were married in 1976, we had some conversations with the smart Irish priest we asked to do the deed. Because Vicki wasn’t a Catholic, the conversations sometimes were very intresting. At one point the priest was explaining the importance of baptizing our children as soon as possible after birth. Vicki asked for clarification and he gave it, talked about how they ended up in limbo. Vicki then said: "I do not believe God would do that to an innocent baby." I thought that this may be the end it, we might have to have a Unitarian wedding or something like it since we were already near the edge anyway, as far as I could tell. I stayed quiet as the good old priest just bowed his head and mumbled something about sin and grace. I couldn’t make it out, and didn’t ask for clarity. So we moved on to another topic. It now turns out that the Catholic Church
agrees with Vicki about the children. I guess Socrates and Plato and "the master of all those who know" are a different problem. Father Francis Canavan baptized three of the four, by the way.