Swimming terms can be quite sexist (and intimate) as far as twelve-year-olds are concerned. M2 and her friends are rather squeamish and embarrassed when announcing they are participating in several events for their upcoming Swimming Gala.
“Why is it called breast-stroke? The word ‘breast’ makes it so….. so, jiggly!” stated M2 over dinner and M1 did a funny body jiggle, which I shall not elaborate.
M2 said her good friend declared if they’re going to call it such, why not call it ‘boob-stroke’ instead, for a lesser intimate approach!
The hubby then illustrated that when one walks into KFC, they’d say, “Can I have breast meat, please?” because nobody—NOBODY—says, ‘boob meat’ to emphasize his point on the proper usage of the word in question. Imagination ran rampant at this point as uncontrollable giggles filled the living room. ROTL… let’s see someone try that!
Anyway, I wish these 12-year-olds good luck for this Friday’s swimming competition!
Angieneering 
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