A quite literal addition to what I consider to be the stupidly named "Bucket List"

You have not lived my friend until you witness your daughter projectile vomit a gallon of her stomach onto the unfortunately closed lid of the toilet, spreading the resulting rays of bright sunshine all over the walls, shower curtain, floor, top-bottom-middle-and hardware of the toilet seat, back and lid of the toilet, and yes, somehow still also some in the bowl. Then, cleaning it after you get her settled down. Check, and check.