I've been known, on occasion, to wear a bikini bottom instead of underwear in the case of an emergency (an emergency such as no clean underwear).  The first time Marty saw me pull the swimsuit out of my dresser drawer as I was getting dressed, he was very confused.  When I explained what I was doing, he looked at me with something between disgust and amusement, then suggested I buy more underwear so that I didn't find myself "in between".

As some of my friends can tell you, I've also been known to put my swimsuit on first thing in the morning underneath my clothes.  Just in case.  Like, just in case you get to a pool.  Or, just in case you finally get everyone geared up to go down the Apple River.  Or just in case you live in an apartment with no air conditioning and get super hot and need to disrobe a bit to cool off.

So this weekend, when I saw this I knew for certain there is no question that these children are mine:


This photo was taken at 6:15PM, March 11.  The ground is still covered in snow.  It's been weeks since we've been to a pool.  Everyone has plenty of underwear.  They wanted to wear the suits, they told me, "just in case".  And I let them, because certainly I can't argue with that kind of logic.