Another clip in memory of my mom. She dearly loved A.A. Milne--any kid who came into contact with her could expect to get Now We Are Six shoved into their hands--and she absolutely adored the work of Jim Henson, so combine the two and Mom would collapse into uncontrolled sobbing. She put on a cynical, often cranky facade, but anyone who knew her knew how long and wide her sentimental streak really was.
This, then, was a favorite, and Mom was right to cry.
