I'm Bonafide!

Today I went to the county clerks office to register a,' doing business as' fictitious name. My heart fluttered a little bit with nerves as I parked the car. "Am I really doing this?", I thought. No longer reserved to planning, researching, and sewing in the private comfort of my home, I was opening myself up to something quite scary, failure. I was glad I had support from Josh and Sarah with me, otherwise I might have ended up driving by telling myself I would do it some other time. Instead, I told myself it was a learning experience for Josh. He was there for a homeschool fieldtrip. A trip to the courthouse is kind of like a civics lesson, right?
I am prone to looking for 'signs' in making decisions like this and this morning I had my binoculars on. At one point, when I was dressing Sarah, I grabbed a disposable. What was I doing? I was on my way to start my own cloth diaper business with my little one wearing a disposable. Was this the kind of product endorsement I wanted to be making? I wondered if it was a sign. Instead I put on one of her recently made dipes on with a cover and headed out the door. Getting her out of the carseat my heart skipped another beat, 'Had her dipe leaked?' I could just imagine handing over my new business application for a diaper business with a toddler in wet pants on my hip. Was this a sign? Nevertheless, she was dry and it was only my fear of failure making me check her pants every few minutes.
Josh's Civic lesson began the moment we walked up the steps of the court house. A sign reading, 'no weapons allowed ' and 'you will be asked to take your handgun back to your car', made him look curiously at me. I only shrugged as I handed over my purse to be scanned and walked through the metal detector. Like any lesson dealing with government should included, we had to go to four different offices to complete one form. Josh began worrying about the 30 min. limit on the parking meter, but we made it out and I felt strangely proud of myself as I checked Sarah's pants again. Asking Josh what he thought of his mommy, he could only reply, "Why didn't they take your keys? They could be used as a weapon,couldn't they?"
I was a little confused and alarmed by his question. What was this a sign of?