Quoted from practicalsteve:

A brief history of how children have foiled my fun at PAGG.
2013
The first year I attended PAGG. I was a brand new father and new to the hobby. I had yet to make the great group of friends I would see at future shows. As a new father, time was at a premium and I could only attend on Sunday. I woke up early after a night of what could barely qualify as sleeping (my son insisted on waking up at 2am every night, and only walking around the living room for an hour, bouncing him constantly would appease him, sitting down causing ear shattering screams to erupt) and got there as soon as it opened. The plan was to stay the whole day, to play as long as my tired body would allow. Of course at noon I get the call. My son had been crying non stop for an hour, wife was at wits end, my return home tearfully requested. Of course upon entering my home I found my son peacefully napping, a smile on his face as if to say, I won this round dad.
2014
Another year older and wiser, by now having a good core group of friends attending, I vowed not to let the previous year happen again. This time two days were planned, a stay at the best western ensuring maximum fun. Well, my son continued his war on sleep (a war he wages to this day as last night he woke up at 2am loudly proclaiming he did not want to eat breakfast) and little sleep was had the night before I left. It was with weary feet and bleary eyes that I dragged myself from game to game friday, but it was ok as much fun was had and nothing would stop me.
2015
I vowed this year that things would be even more different! Three days were planned. Thursday and friday taken off of work to volunteer with load in. Staying the night Friday, maximum fun would be had, my son only woke up two or three times a night now, nothing would stop me! of course he got sick on Wednesday. But not too sick. He would be better by thursday morning right? If I checked his temperature a hundred times it was bound to go down, right? Thursday came and I stayed home watching Thomas the tank engine episodes in a marathon, urging him to rest, to get better! He would surely be better on friday morning, plenty of time to go help set up, his temperature was almost gone. It wasn't until late Friday when the wife was done with work that i was able to escape, half the weekend planned already gone. No matter, I made it and made the most of it, seeing old friends and having the time of my life. By this point I jokingly called it pinball summer camp to my wife, it was something I looked forward to all year.
Next year would be different! I will help set up Thursday, I wont miss a minute!
2016
The other day Pinwillie came to pick up a RG project he bought off me seven months ago. I had been jokingly harassing him to come get it for so long, and how funny that he picked the worst possible time in all those months to do so. Literally two minutes before he pulls into the driveway we get the call. We have been on the waiting list for over a year to adopt our second child and a birth mother had just picked us! I run back and forth between my wife on the phone getting info and helping Willie get loaded up and trying to catch up and shoot the shit with an old friend I had not seen in a while. How funny that he found out we were picked before ANYBODY. Even before our mothers.
What does this have to do with PAGG? Of course the birthmother is due April 12th. I have long joked with my wife when she was down and said we would never have another child, "Don't worry honey, its just waiting for the best possible time to ruin Pin a go go for me!"
And I couldn't be happier!