Treadmail, n.
Elijah’s latest stroke of genius consisted of propping up the back end of the treadmill (which he pronounces “treadmail”) on a stack of books, increasing the speed, and letting it propel him into a pile of pillows.
Needless to say, my mother was less than thrilled.
Mom: Honey, are you sure you want him doing that?
Dad: Uh… I don’t know. Do you think it’s dangerous?
Mom: Don’t you?
Dad, sheepishly: I thought it looked fun.
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