Perfect Parents, Perfect Children???

I hate those people who have perfect kids. You know the ones. Their precious bobby does every thing right. He's the star of every sports team, on the honor role, helps old ladies cross the street and raises 50 billion dollars for starving kids in Africa. Every time you run into his parents you have to sit through agonizing hours of updates on the perfect child.
Nobody has the perfect child. No child has the perfect parent.
I know that, you know that, people who pretend their children are perfect not only make you and I feel completely inadequate they also put themselves in a lonely place when Bobby finally does fuck up because they can't tell anyone. I've never pretended my kids were perfect but even I had a situation with my youngest that left me isolated. I couldn't tell anyone, I thought. It ate away at me till finally I had to explain it to a co-worker who was also a friend. What she did next made her one of my best friends in the world. I love her like crazy because she made me feel normal. She shared a painful experience with her daughter that was quite similar to the experience I was having. I wanted to cry I was so relieved to have someone who understood. Why do parents pretend their children are perfect?
Wouldn't it be so much easier to say outloud my kid has fucked up over and over and I don't know what to do? Wouldn't that be wonderful?
I hate those perfect parents and feel sorry for their kids. The thing is those kids will screw up sometime and all the people who had to sit through hours and hours of perfect Bobby stories will secretly rejoice.