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Omfg I'm just remembering I did something similar when I was ten or so. I think my little brother was like four?
I'm at 7-11, flipping through comics, and see what I think is my little brother messing with the comic books (putting them in the wrong slots in the magazine stand) out of the corner of my eye, so I scold him and go back to reading. I just hissed at him, didn't even bother looking.
Then this girl I don't know comes over, grabs the kid's hand, says "Come on, , let's go." I look over and I don't recognize either of them, and she shoots this "wtf is wrong with you, weirdo" look at me and leads him away. And my actual brother? On the other side of the store, oblivious to the world, just being his usual self, picking boogers, nowhere near the magazine stand, and I am clinically dead from embarrassment.