Jubilee and the two bad mice.

Natty has lately enjoyed reading from a large volume of the works of Beatrix Potter.  One story that both of us like a lot is called The Two Bad Mice.  Maybe it's the British English of the late 1800's thing or just a literary thing that I'm too ignorant to understand, but in general I think Beatrix a rather queer writer.  That said, there is a part of two bad mice where the husband, Tom Thumb, and the wife, Hunca Munca, enter into a temporarily unoccupied doll house.  In the dining room they find lovely morsels of food which they take to be real.  When they dig into the ham, Tom Thumb breaks the knife and hurts his finger, because it is made of plaster.  They try the fish and realize it, too, is a fake.  Upon this realization, the book says, "and then there was no end to the rage and disappointment of Tom Thumb and Hunca Munca".  They proceed to smash the "food" and even try to burn it in the fire until they realize it is made of paper.  Scotty and I got a good laugh about the part that talks about "no end to the rage and disappointment"- especially when you imagine two little mice wreaking havoc on a doll house.  Well, that phrase has come to my mind several times today during particularly ugly fits Jubilee has thrown.  Natty was and continues to be a fairly docile child.  Jubilee has surprised us with her quickness at throwing a tantrum, even though they are still on a one-year old scale.  She turns red and screams and tosses her head back and arches her back and if she's on the floor and you are holding her, she'll bounce angrily up and down or just kick out her legs.  It's almost humorous- like a tiny mouse expressing its disappointment.  But, this baby will get bigger and then I'm not sure what will come.  How do you discipline a baby that throws a tantrum?  Oh, how we need God's grace.  For now, I'm thankful for a little phrase from a story about two bad mice that keeps me smiling.