My youngest had a terrible day yesterday. Actually, her day was humming along just fine until around 3:30, when we pulled into the neighborhood after school and drove past her best friend’s house. And she spotted the newly planted First Weber sign square in the front yard. And it didn’t click immediately in her 10-year old brain what that sign meant, exactly. As I watched her in the rearview mirror, my heart sank right along with her jaw. The realization hit her. And the panic set in.