DS has all of a sudden taken a massive interest in his watch, which he has had for about 3 years now. He wanted to wear it in bed last night, then to school today, then in bed again tonight. He can't manage the buckle himself (he's 6 but a slight fine motor skills problem) so he called out when he was in bed for me to come and take it off for him. When I got there, he was a bit tearful and said 'Oh mummy, I think I've broken it, I was just trying to wind the hands back..' His little face was so tragic. I knew that all he'd done was not push the button in, so I took it off for him, fixed it and explained that even if he had broken it, it could be mended. 'I was going to hide it,' he said sadly, 'But then I thought I ought to tell you.'
AIBU to be a) a bit moved and flashing back on my own childhood and b) proud of him for owning up (and recollecting that I never did when I was little)...