Today during church my three-year-old was having some separation anxiety and begged me to stay with him in Primary. I told him I would stay for a bit, but I had a class to go to also. Every few minutes I tried to convince him he would be okay with his teacher and it was time for me to go. Unconvinced, he would tell me in his sweet little voice, “I need you, Daddy.” This of course melted my heart each time and bought him a few more minutes.
After about twenty minutes, I decided he needed a gentle ultimatum. I leaned down and whispered in his ear that I had to go to class now and he could stay in his happy fun Primary class with his wonderful teacher, or come to Sunday School with me, which was boring for children. Once he realized I would not be convinced to stay in Primary with him, he opted to accompany me to Sunday School.
Since we were markedly late, the only seats available were in the very front of the class. I escorted my son to the bench and we sat down. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t even able to pull off a pretense of calm for more than about fifteen seconds. As his wiggling became more obvious and chatter louder, I leaned down and reminded him he needed to be very quiet and reverent.
Apparently he had hit his limit, and demanded VERY loudly, “Why we gotta be in dis boring class anyway?!”
I guess I brought that one on myself.