crash but no burn

On Friday evening during the first 10 minutes of our bike ride (Ava's longest to date, 2.5 miles when all was said and done...on this bike) Zoe bit it.  Hard.  It was a "oh please let her still have a nose" kind of crash.  To add insult to injury, this all happened in front of three of last year's 5th grade boys at her elementary school.  Not just any 5th graders, but the 5th graders every one knows, including Zoe. Right before she hit the pavement, the boys turned around and witnessed the whole thing.  And then they:

a) turned around and kept walking
b) asked if she was ok
c) laughed out loud
d) none of the above

To my surprise and delight, the answer was 'd.'  They didn't just ask if she was ok, they rushed over and expressed real concern.  Not a hesitation.  No muffled laughter.  As Zoe buried her head in my shoulder (the injuries were minimal--scratches on her knee and ankle) one of the boys put his hand on her shoulder to console her; another kindly joked that it was probably their fault--that they had "jinxed" her.  They stayed there by our biker caravan chatting with Lori, Brennan and Ava until Zoe calmed down.  After about 3 minutes, realizing both her pride and her body were still in tact, Zoe was ready to resume the ride.  We headed east down Healey as the boys went west.  Their response assuaged Zoe's pain (both physical and emotional) and provided Brennan with an example of what it means to be a cool kid.  It was a great moment.  Thank you, Gus, Jake and Will.  Your parents should be proud.