Oh, Sophie. Sophie, Sophie, Sophie... What can I say? You are a master of dance, my love.
I have to admit, it made me a little nervous that she opted to go sans helmet this time. Yiiiiiikes. It was all I could do not to blurt out, "The granite!...The edge of the coffee table! Stitches!" during this little number. But seeing how I was supposed to be Nigel, thoughtfully critiquing her performance, those sorts of outbursts probably wouldn't have been very well received. I'm just guessing - based on the way she would pause, hand on hip, and tell me to "focus, Mama!" whenever I would start to get the giggles. Whoops.