When our Carolyn was about four or so, we were at First Methodist here in Mineral Wells.
She began to make quite a racked, and I whispered to her that is she didn’t stop instantly I would take her out of the sanctuary. To which she replied, “Take me out. Take me out.”
Never had that problem with her again in a quiet situation.
When Christi was about the same age, I was covering the burning of a church note at a small Methodist church outside Dallas.
The bishop was speaking, and I was taking notes and photographs in the front pew of the church. About half way through the bishop’s sermon, Christi decided to crawl up the middle of the pews to the back, disturbing every person whose legs she bumped into as she slithered past them.
After the service was concluded and I had apologized to a most gracious bishop, we went to the car. Following a long and somewhat painful discussion - on her part, at least - she never again behaved that way in public.
When our two eldest grandsons were about four and seven we attended the Fort Worth Baptist Theological Seminary’s presentation of Handel’s Messiah. As the program progressed, they became rather noisy, and, once again, children had to be taken out of an adult situation.
Following that night, they were able to quite reasonably listen to music or sermons, visit museums and galleries, eat in fine dining restaurants, without the need for any of us to leave the room.
Children, when they are born, do not have instructions in their minds about how to behave in public, and especially how to act in adult-type situations. They have to be taught, and they certainly can be taught without a whole lot of exertion.