Today I yelled at a stranger's child.
To be fair, I thought it was my own child. A small person standing too close to me in a check out line knocked a bunch of stuff over and I told him to pick it up and then reprimanded him for not doing it neatly.
Then I noticed it was not my child, because his mom was standing there with a shocked look on her face.
I laughed and explained myself but it was really embarrassing. Like, I'm still embarrassed.
But he was doing a shitty job picking that stuff up.