Three sons in puffin shirts

When I was going through the boxes of pictures a couple weeks ago, some photos brought up some real nice memories. 
I remember that this was a picture sent out as reprints in Christmas cards. 
The back of this one says this was taken in May, 1987, about a week before the chicken pox came into the house for my sons and my daycare kids.
Umm, they would have been age 7, 4, and 2 then.
The boys are wearing adult size cotton T-shirts with puffin prints on the front.  They used them as nightshirts until they got big enough for the shirt to fit properly, and by then the things were in tatters.

Our oldest son, Joe _Loved_ puffins at that age.  He had posters and little stuffed birdies, and memorized a poem for reciting in a class at school.

There Once was a Puffin
by Florence Page Jaques

Oh, there once was a Puffin
Just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island
In the bright blue sea!

He ate little fishes,
That were most delicious,
And he had them for supper
And he had them for tea.

But this poor little Puffin,
He couldn’t play nothin’.
For he hadn’t anybody
to play with at all.

So he sat on his island
And he cried for a while, and
He felt very lonely,
And   he felt   very   small.

Then along came the fishes,
And they said, “If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates,
Instead   of   for   tea!”

So they now play together,
In all sorts of weather,
And the Puffin eats pancakes,
Like you   and   like   me.