You didn't mention projectile vomiting, exploding diapers, or trying to get a carseat properly installed with the belts reefed tight enough in the back of a small car. I escaped relatively unscathed, with no puke in my ears and none of my fingers pinched off. However, war stories aside, launching a conspiracy based on my DNA and my beloved's into the future of this planet has been very much worth it, and I understand grandkids are supposed to be the real payoff. If smart folk, who can reason that doing messy thing X results in messier consequences Y, are thereby put off from reproduction and the planetary average IQ thereby declines, we shall all suffer. So be of good courage and fine humour, and do your part for the future of geekdom!