a piece of humble cake

you know those times when you feel like giving yourself a pat on the back and think to yourself "man, my child is perfect and I am doing a pretty good job at being a Mom. I can trust that my 20 month old daughter can hold a piece of cake in the car and not eat it because I've taught her self control and skills that will carry on into her adulthood.....blah blah blah" to find that half way home she has actually ripped the saran wrap off and has helped herself to "daddy's" piece of cake (with BLACK frosting). I just have to laugh at myself sometimes because no matter how many times I think i'm the best, reality brings me back down and gives me a serving of humble pie, or cake??