Okay, as a kid, Dean would have laughed and run. Back then, he would do it on purpose to get his brother to laugh. Now, older, wiser, he just laughed before he ran over to her, skidding to a stop.
He hadn't meant to hit her, and well he was sorry, really. But it was funny watching arms flay out, the snow splatter over her and she went tumbling down. "You okay? I didn't mean... these kids, they ..." He was trying to help her up. "I'm really sorry."