Friday night my mom threw quite the Halloween bash for the grandsons. Anders was a Minnesota Viking football player and Axel was Tigger.
For dinner we ate mummy dogs and ghost jell-o along with other boring food like green beans.
The boys especially enjoyed eating the mummy dogs.
The dinner ended, after a piece of candy for each boy, with Anders coming over to Axel for a hug and counted to 10 together. Aren't they great brothers?
