I have finally figured out why #3 doesn't like church: He doesn't like to sing. Every week he yells "I don't wanna go to church!" and for weeks we couldn't figure out why. This past Sunday, he finally told me "I don't wanna sing!"
I'm not sure why he hates to sing, or what happened many months ago to make him hate singing, but I told him "You don't have to sing, #3." He didn't feel reassured.
After Sacrament Meeting (again, this past Sunday), the kids were to stay in the chapel to practice the upcoming Children's Sac. Meeting Program. #1 and #2 were very excited (since their parts were memorized; they were anxious to have their turn). At first #3 was okay; I was talking with someone as kids were getting settled, and then suddenly he was gone. Brandon came into the chapel (after having dropped off #4 at nursery) and said someone saw #3 in the hallways. We split up; I went straight for the Primary room. There, sitting in his usual chair on the front row in the very quiet and empty room was #3, looking quite distressed.
"#3, what are you doing, honey?"
"I came to my Pwimawey."
"C'mon bud, we gotta go to the Chapel."
"But I don't wanna sing!"
"You don't have to sing, #3. C'mon."
He took my hand, we walked to the Chapel and he followed me to where his class was sitting on the stand. That was when the bawling commenced. I held him and sat on the front pew while he cried and cried.
His teacher approached; I explained he didn't want to sing and she agreed he didn't have to sing. She asked him if he would help her pass out the program outline to some teachers, and he complied. She took his hand and they went to pass out programs, the sniffling slowing down. I made my way to Sunday School class, knowing he would be fine. And he was! He didn't have to sing.