The
Burn Barrel-The New Year’s Resolution
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It was the early morning of Wednesday December 30th.
Misses Newell and Daniel Newell were just waking up, getting up, and going to
change the kids.
Today was the day that Misses Newell was going to have a
full day ahead of her. Today was also the day that she was going to have to
dispose of five diapered people. MORE than usual….because their parents wanted
to start the New Year out free and clear of the strife-causing financial
burdens they called their disabled and diapered kids. Tyler was 19 years old
but his body had not grown past the size of the average toddler size. His
mother was a pretty and rich blonde woman about 5’8 with golden brown skin and
sea-blue eyes that twinkled when you looked at them. She was rather
authoritative and firm in her demeanor. She ALWAYS had to define how she wanted
things done. Tyler had been coming to misses Newell’s home daycare for three
years and he was an unusually heavy and frequent wetter.
THIS meant that he went through a LOT of diapers and that he
had to have booster pads put into all of his diapers JUST to keep him
relatively dry for the next 45 minutes. Tyler’s mom was a lot like a MUCH, MUCH
younger looking version of Wendie Malick mixed with Kristin Chenoweth.
Misses Selleck arranged to leave her disabled child with Misses Newell
so she could “Dispose” of him on New Year’s. Misses Newell had already
collected the fee from the father who had specified that misses Newell make
sure to also get rid of ALL of his prescription diapers due to the fact that
they were to be treated like any other prescription by law…and be legally
destroyed, clean or dirty….this also included all of his prescription special
needs clothing and his stroller as well as the diaper bags. They were disposable
diapers only family….and Tyler’s mom preferred to use Huggies overnites diapers
on him with two booster pads in each diaper. Tyler barely toddles around with a very, very
fat looking diapered butt. He can barely put his legs together his diapers are
so thick! Tyler was a very short, dirty-blonde boy with some natural dark-brown
streaks in his hair. Tyler could talk up a storm if you let him. His quest of
knowledge through questions was admirable! Tyler’s mom, Jackie, and his dad
Preston, could no longer take care of him and still be able to live the
celebrity lives they were going to in the next year.
Their resolution for New Year’s was to dispose of Tyler and
all of his diapers to free them of the burden.
Misses Selleck was usually early when she brought Tyler to
Misses Newell’s home Daycare. Misses Newell usually opened around 8 am Monday
through Saturday not including holidays. At around 7:30 am, Misses Selleck
rings the doorbell with Tyler in her hands. Misses Newell opens the door and
greets them.
Misses Selleck:
Hi there…..I know we are early, but I have to get to work on-time so I hate to
drop and run, but I am almost running late.
I am going back to bring all of his six cases of diapers, the two large black trash bags of his
clothing and bedding as well as the three diaper bags we use for him, don’t
worry, each diaper bag is already set up and has duplicate supplies in each one
and eight diapers in each as well. I will be right back…..
Misses Newell: I
completely understand Miss Selleck. Here…Tyler, how are you today? Want to go
sit and watch some cartoons? Why don’t you go and sit over there and watch some
cartoons for a while…I have to finish talking with your mom.
Tyler toddles and waddles like a duck over to the area where
the TV is on with her own kids sitting there watching.
Misses Selleck:
(coming into the doorway carrying two large cardboard boxes full of Tyler’s
disposable diapers, the first two of six.) here are the first two I will be
bringing in the next two next.
As misses Selleck brought in all six boxes and the bags of
clothing as well as his stroller, the three diaper bags and his two large 3D
printed diaper genie diaper pails, Misses Newell began to look at all of his
stuff. Then Misses Selleck drags in a large thick, black contractor’s trash bag
full of his stuffed animals and toys then she goes over to Tyler and kisses him
good-bye and as she leaves, looks back at him just sitting there watching TV as
usual.
Misses Selleck: I
wish it didn’t have to be this way……Misses Newell? Will you be sure that he
gets changed every hour and that he gets all of his onesies nice and dirty
before you throw him into the trash? If they aren’t dirty at diaper changing
time, toss them anyway…ok?
Misses Newell: I
know, it will be hard on you two, doing this…but it is for the best. I will
make sure that he gets his onesies really nice and dirty before we throw them
away. Is that everything that you want to have thrown away?
Misses Selleck:
Yep, that’s it….if he should ask for me or wonder where I am, go ahead and tell
him that I paid you to do this…OK? He needs to know that….
Misses Newell:
Sure…will do. Bye-bye, thanks for bringing him over all of these years.
Misses Newell watches misses Selleck get into her vehicle
and leave before closing the front door. Misses Newell went over to the back
sliding glass door and slid it open, then she started taking all of Tyler’s
stuff and putting it out next to the daycare trash can on the back porch. Once
she had finished that, she slid the sliding glass door closed and then carried
the three diaper bags of Tyler’s over to a designated area where all the other
diaper bags were. She put them all down and then went over to ask Tyler if he
wanted something to eat or drink.
Misses Newell:
(To Tyler) Tyler sweetie, would you like something to drink?
Tyler: Yes
please. May I have some milk please?
Misses Newell:
Sure.
Misses Newell takes Tyler’s bottle to the kitchen and then
washes and rinses it out before filling it with milk. Then she brings it to
Tyler and hands it to him. Tyler takes the bottle and then looks up at Misses
Newell;
Tyler: Miss
Newell?
Misses Newell:
Yes hon?
Tyler: Why did
mama bring all of my stuff here?? Am I staying here????
Misses Newell: Yes
sweetie, you are…until it’s time for your disposal.
Tyler:
Disposal??? You mean….you are going to…throw me away??? What do you do with our
diapers????
Misses Newell:
(Rolling eyes) Well, we throw them outside into one of the big trash cans on
the back porch then, when the cans get full, we burn the diapers hon.
Tyler: Does that
mean…that you are going to burn ME???? What about all of my nice, clean, comfy
disposable diapers???? You aren’t going to burn them are you?
Misses Newell:
Yes, I am afraid I have to sweetheart. I’m sorry to have to tell you all of
this now, but sooner or later, you were going to find out.
Tyler: When are
you going to throw me away???
Misses Newell:
Sometime after nap-time. Why don’t you watch your cartoons for now and I will
let you know when it’s time for disposal…ok?
Tyler goes back to watching cartoons for the next 30 minutes
until the next few patrons arrive around 9:00 am. The doorbell rings and Misses
Newell goes to answer it.
Tracy Bateman and her very thickly cloth diapered girl that
can barely walk as well as
Pamela Jackson and her thickly wet diapered son Adam were
standing there waiting to come in so they could drop their kids off and leave
them with Misses Newell to be disposed of.
Misses Newell looks at the thickly cloth diapered butt of
the girl and raises her eye brow because she HATES cloth diapers and thinks
they are GROSS!
Misses Newell:
Um, she is still wearing a cloth diaper…..aren’t you going to change her into
disposables for me before you leave?
Tracy Bateman:
(Girl’s Mom) Yes, I am. WE are running very late and I didn’t have time to
change her this morning since waking up. SURE. Melissa….come here baby…I need
to change your diapers before mama leaves…OK?
Tracy lays her daughter Melissa down and changes her diaper.
While she is doing that, Misses Newell takes Ronnie Jackson over to sit with
Tyler to watch some cartoons.
Tracy opens Melissa’s diaper bag, pulls out two booster pads
with adhesive on the back to keep them in place inside the diapers, and a sweet
smelling Pampers size six diaper and some baby powder. Then Tracy pulls
Melissa’s frosted clear plastic pants down and off, setting them down right
beside Melissa. Then she began to remove the snappies that fastened the four
layers of semi-soaked toddler sized pre-fold cloth diapers. Once the cloth
diapers were pulled down and out from under Melissa, Tracy opened up the fresh,
new Pampers disposable diaper, then took the first diaper doubler/booster pad
and removed the adhesive strip, then put it into the back half of the Pampers
diaper. Then she removed the adhesive strip from the second booster pad and
then stuck the booster pad into the front half of the Pampers diaper. Then once
the diaper was ready, she lifted Melissa up slightly with one hand and slid the
now super thick Pampers under Melissa with the other. Once the diaper was
underneath Melissa, Tracy began to reposition the diaper so that it would be in
the right place and fit well before she added a LOT of baby powder into the
diaper an onto Melissa then she pulled the front of the diaper up and fastened
the tapes.
Tracy: There
you…go sweetie…..ALL nice…and comfy now……Say bye-bye to mommy now…MMMMMUAH!
That a girl.
Then Tracy stood up, gathered everything that had come off
of Melissa into one hand then she wrapped the plastic pants around the wet
cloth diaper so she could hold it until she could find where the diaper pail
was.
Tracy: Miss Newell?
Where is your…diaper pail?
Misses Newell:
You need to throw that away? The diaper
pail is in here…I’ll show you.
Misses Newell takes Tracy to show her where the diaper pail
is so she can throw the wet cloth pre-fold diapers and the plastic pants away.
Then the two women come back into the living room. Tracy and Misses Newell had
been talking in low tones so that Melissa wouldn’t hear them as they stopped in
the doorway between the living room and kitchen, they both looked at the kids
sitting there, in their diapers and onesies all drinking their bottles and
watching cartoons. As the two women finished talking, Tracy put Melissa’s
diaper bag down and then left to go to work.
Melissa: Where did
mama go???
Misses Newell:
She left sweetie. She went to work.
Melissa: Is mama
coming back after work?
Misses Newell:
No, sweetie, she isn’t.
Melissa:
Why…NOT???
Misses Newell:
Well hon, your mama left you here so that I could throw you and your diapers
away sweetie.
Melissa: YOU…are
going to….throw ME…away????
Misses Newell:
Yes, unfortunately, I am.
Melissa: What do
you DO…with all of our…wet and dirty diapers????
Misses Newell: We
burn them hon. We burn them in the burn barrel out back.
Melissa: What
is…Burn mean????
Misses Newell:
Don’t worry sweetheart, you will get to see what it means soon enough. Would
you like some more milk to drink? Here…let me have your bottle and I will go
fill it for you…OK?
Melissa hands Misses Newell her bottle and then Misses
Newell goes into the kitchen to fill her bottle. Once she fills the bottle and
puts the cap back on, she brings it back to Melissa and hands it to her.
Melissa takes it and then quietly sits and watches cartoons. Just then, the
doorbell rings again and Misses Newell goes to answer it.
Misses Newell opens the door and standing there are Jason,
his mother Melanie, Trisha, and her mother Nadine, and Tasha, and HER mother
Monica.
Everyone came through the doorway and into the house as
Misses Newell welcomed them and closed the door. Misses Newell walks ahead of
everyone and then turns around so to guide Jason, Trisha, and Tasha over to
where Tyler, Melissa and Adam are quietly drinking their bottles and watching
cartoons.
After about ten minutes, of talking with each of the
mothers, the mothers leave their strollers and diaper bags and leave quietly so
as not to disturb their kids.
A half-hour goes by and cartoons are now over. Misses Newell
shuts the TV off and then gets everyone’s attention.
Misses Newell:
OK, kids, gather round, it’s diaper changing time for most of you by now, then,
once I’m done with that, we….are ALL going outside to play for a little while.
Adam? It’s your turn to get your diapers changed…come with
me honey…..
Misses Newell takes Tasha and lays her down on the floor
nearby and then unsnaps the snaps in her onesie. She notes that the onesie is
wet in the back and along the leg elastics.
As misses Newell takes his dark pink onesie off, she sets it
down in a heap next to her. Then, she opens one of her two diaper bags, and
takes out a thick REARZ animal prints diaper. And four rather thick booster
pads that Tasha’s mother told her to use in each and every diaper change or the
diapers will leak.
Once misses Newell gets the diaper out, opened and ready
with the booster pads inside, she unfastens the tapes and then pulls the front
of her diaper down. Then she opens the wipes container, and takes out a few
wipes so that she can wipe her clean. As she uses each wipe, she drops them
into the wet diaper each time. Then, when she is satisfied that she is clean,
she slides the wet diaper out and sets it on top of her wet onesie. Then, she
lifts Tasha up and slides the clean diaper under her and then puts her down into
the thick fluffiness of the thick, cute, printed REARZ diaper. Then Misses
Newell takes out the baby powder and then shakes a LOT of it into the diaper
and also onto her before she puts the bottle of powder down and then grabs the
front wings and pulls the front of the diaper up and begins to fasten the
tapes. Once the diaper was fastened, she pulled Tasha up to a sitting position
so that she could stand her up onto her feet. Once the diaper change is done,
she then pulls Tasha up to a standing position and then gets her to sit near
the sliding glass back door until she has changed everyone else.
Tasha: Miss
Newell?
Misses Newell:
Yes hon?
Tasha: Where do
all of the dirty onesies go?
Misses Newell: In
the trash with the dirty diapers.
Tasha: Why? I
liked that onesie!!!!
Misses Newell: I
know….you did sweetie, but…it’s trash now. You won’t be needing it anymore.
Tasha:
I…won’t?
Misses Newell: NO
sweetie….Your mother called a little while ago on the phone. She and your dad
have decided that they don’t want you any more. They told me to go ahead and
just throw you away. It’s too bad too. You’re such a pretty girl.
Tasha: She…said
that????
Misses Newell:
Yes, she did. Now lay back for me so I can change your diaper…ok?
That-a-girl…..
Tasha: Will I get
any diaper changes when I am thrown away?
Misses Newell:
I’m afraid not honey….
Misses Newell leans over and unfastens each tape holding
Tasha’s diaper on then she pulls the front of her soaking wet diaper down. Then
she gets her diaper bag and then takes out one of her REARZ-Spoiled-Safari
diapers,
And then opens it up and puts it down on the floor. She then
takes out the baby powder and opens the bottle, shakes a lot of it into the
diaper, then pulls the wet diaper out and sets it aside before sliding the
clean one underneath Tasha. Then she shakes some of the baby powder onto Tasha
and then she pulls the diaper up and fastens the tapes.
Tasha: When will
be my last diaper change???
Misses Newell:
You have about three more changes left before it will be your last. I am going
to change your diapers now every half hour, wet or not so to try to use up more
of your diapers before it will be time for your disposal. I hope to have your
last diaper as wet as possible before taking you out for disposal.
Tasha: How long
will that be Miss Newell?
Misses Newell:
Maybe after afternoon nap-time. Ok, go over there and watch TV so I can change
Tyler now…ok sweetie?
While Tasha toddles over towards the TV and sits down taking
her bottle and drinking from it, misses Newell attends to changing Tyler’s
not-so-wet diaper.
Misses Newell: OK
Tyler, its diaper changing time sweetie. Come lie down for me and I will change
your diaper ok?
Tyler: (toddling
over to misses Newell and sitting down and then lying down on his back.) Miss
Newell? I’m not wet yet though! How come I need to be changed?
Misses Newell:
Well hon, we have to use up as many diapers as we can so I promised that I
would change you every half hour to every hour, wet, messy or not.
Tyler: Will you
dispose of me in clean diapers or will I have wet diapers on?
Misses Newell:
Which do you want? I prefer that you be in wet diapers when it’s time for
disposal but if you want clean ones on, we can do that.
Tyler: I want to
be in dry diapers miss Newell. What if I wet my diapers while you are taking me
to be disposed of? Will you change me?
Misses Newell: NO
hon, I won’t. You will just have to stay in what you have on.
Tyler: Who is
being thrown away first? Can I be thrown away first?
Misses Newell:
Yea, I think we can arrange that.
Kyle: When am I
going to be thrown away Miss Newell?
Misses Newell:
After nap-time sweetie…..when your diapers will be wet.
Tyler: So….you
want our diapers to be wet and or dirty before you throw us away?
Misses Newell:
Yes sweetie, because I don’t like wasting clean diapers baby.
Tyler: Miss
Newell? What are those two large white things over there that you put all of
those dirty diapers into?
Misses Newell:
What do you mean hon? OH…that….that is a large diaper genie. That was 3D
printed for YOU and Adam. Your mom wanted me to make sure that you were put
into one of the diaper genies with your dirty diapers for disposal…and I
promised I would do that, so when it’s time for your disposal, you and your
diapers will be going into one of those large diaper genies….your mom said that
it was already partly full of some of your wet and dirty disposable diapers.
The other one is empty and I will be filling it with Adam’s cloth and
disposable diapers too for his…disposal.
Misses Newell had laid Tyler down on the floor and began his
diaper change. She unfastened the tapes and then pulled the front of the
slightly damp diaper out from under him and she set it onto his chest
momentarily while she opened his diaper bag and took out one of his Huggies
overnites diapers and one of his NorthShore overnight supreme diapers and then
she opened the Huggies and then lifted Tyler up while Misses Newell expertly
slid the Huggies underneath him, then she grabbed the bottle of baby powder and
then shook a lot of it into his diaper then she put the bottle down and then
she grabbed the front of the Huggies diaper and pulled it up and then reached
around to the right side, pulled the right tape around and fastened it then she
did the same to the left.
Then Misses Newell opened up the thick, white bulky and semi
stiff NorthShore overnight supreme diaper and then lifted Tyler up again and
slid the diaper under him before she pulled the front of the diaper up and
fastened the bottom takes then the top tapes. Then Misses Newell took Tyler by
both hands and got him to sit up while she took his onesie off.
Tyler: (Just
after Misses Newell pulled the onesie off from around Tyler’s head)
Why are you taking my onesie off? What are you doing with
it?
Misses Newell:
Its trash honey…..it’s being thrown away with your wet diapers.
Tyler: Don’t I
get another onesie???
Misses Newell: No
sweetie, you are going to wear just your diapers from now on…that way I can
change you faster and easier.
Tyler:
But…But…what about the rest of my clothes???
Misses Newell:
They are already in the trash sweetie. I’m not going to take them out now. They
are going to stay in the trash outside. If you get cold, you can still use your
crib comforter until it’s time for disposal. Now…..go over there and watch some
TV while I change Adam’s diapers ok sweetheart?
Ok Adam, come over here please, it’s time to change your
diaper hon.
Adam Toddles over to Misses Newell and Misses Newell lays
him down onto his back then grabs his diaper bag and opens it up. Misses Newell
notices that Adam’s mom had packed a lot of cloth pre-fold diapers, two pair of
plastic pants and two dark blue onesies in one pocket of the diaper bag and six
thick disposable youth-sized diapers as well as four Pampers Cruisers size seven
diapers as well as two dozen booster pads along with the usual wipes and baby
powder.
Adam’s diapers already had two layers of booster pads inside
them making his diapers look and feel super thick and bulky. Adam’s diaper
wasn’t that wet yet, but the center part was nearly saturated as Misses Newell
unfastened the tapes and pulled the front of the diaper down. Misses Newell
folded the front of the diaper down as she pulled the diaper out from under
Adam.
Adam: Is my
diaper wet Misses Newell?
Misses Newell:
Yes hon, it is.
Adam: What do you
do with my diapers?
Misses Newell:
I…throw them away baby.
Adam: Even
the…cloth diapers that are still inside?
Misses Newell:
Yes sweetie, I don’t like cloth diapers! Their gross!
Adam: Does this
mean that you won’t be using any of my cloth diapers inside my disposables like
my mama does?
Misses Newell: No,
I won’t. We use disposables here….and that is all you will get.
Adam: What are
you going to do with my clean cloth diapers and plastic pants then?
Misses Newell: I
am going to throw them away and then we will burn them in the burn barrel with
you when it’s time.
Adam: Are you
going to put some of my diaper doublers into my diapers to make them thicker????
Misses Newell: If
you want me to…sure…I can do that.
Adam: Do
I…HAVE…to be put into one of the Diaper Genies for disposal?
Misses Newell:
NO, I can take you right out to the daycare trash and put you in there if you
want. There will still be wet and messy diapers in there as well as some nice,
clean and comfy ones in there too.
Adam: Will you be
putting open wet and or messy diapers on me and my face while I am in the
daycare trash can?
Misses Newell:
Yes, of course I will. I will put the diapers in anywhere there is room hon.
Adam: Even on my
face with the inner part against my face? What if I don’t want the diapers on
my face?????
Misses Newell: It
won’t matter, you’re going to be trash baby…..trash can’t complain.
Adam: What if my
diapers fall off when you put me into that thing you burn the diapers in? Will
you put them back on me?
Misses Newell:
Probably not.
Adam: Will it
matter if I have diapers on or not when you put me into the thing you burn the
diapers in?
Misses Newell: No
sweetie, it won’t.
Misses Newell pulls the diaper out from under Adam and then
sets it aside without rolling it up. She then takes out one of the Pampers
Cruisers diapers, opens it up, then starts to add two layered booster pads into
the diaper.
Adam: If there
are any of my diaper doublers still left, can you use them in my last diapers
please? Can I get my cloth diapers in my disposables when it’s time for
disposal please? PLEEEEASE???
Misses Newell:
LOL….NO hon, you won’t get any of your cloth diapers. I will try to remember to
put your booster pads in at changing time.
Misses Newell lifts Adam and then slides the thick Pampers
with the two booster pads in it under him and then she puts him back down onto
it. Then she opens the baby powder and then shakes a lot of it onto him and
into the diaper before putting the bottle down and then grabbing the front of
the thickened diaper and pulling it up. She then reaches around for the tapes
as she pulls them each across the front and fastens them.
Misses Newell:
NOW….for the next diaper……
Misses Newell opens up one of Adam’s thick NorthShore
Supreme Overnight diapers and then she lifted Adam up again and slid the thick
and bulky diaper under him. Then she pulled the front of the diaper up between
his legs and then she fastened the bottom tapes on each side before fastening
the top ones on each side. Then she helped Adam up to a sitting position so
that she could take his onesie off. Once she got the slightly soaked in the
crotch onesie off, she put the onesie with the diapers she had taken off of him
and everyone else in the mounting pile.
Adam: HEY! That’s
MY onesie!!!! I want it!!!! Can I have it back please?
Misses Newell:
Sorry baby, it’s dirty and it’s going to the trash now along with all of the
dirty diapers. I want you and everyone to be wearing just their diapers so that
I can change you all faster and easier. If you get cold, I will find something
of yours to wrap around you…OK?
Adam: What are
you going to do with my clean onesies????
Misses Newell: They
are going to be thrown away with your diaper bag and any diapers left over when
it’s time for your disposal baby.
Adam: Can’t I……at
least get to wear them first?
Misses Newell:
I’m afraid not. It’s just easier to change your diapers this way….I’m sorry
hon, but it has to be this way. I do have a lot of diapers to change at once
you know.
Adam: What if I
want to be thrown away earlier?
Misses Newell: I
can do that if you want. Do you want me to baby?
Adam: If I say
yes, does that mean that I can have whatever last diaper I want?
Misses Newell:
Yes, it does….
Adam: Does that
mean that I won’t be getting any more diaper changes or bottles or anything to
drink after that?
Misses Newell:
Yes, that’s exactly what that means. You would be doing me a favor too. It
would cut down on the amount of diapers I’d have to change and the amount of times
I’d have to make trips to a trash can to throw one of you away in. Would you do
me that favor and say….yes????
Adam: OK…I want
to be thrown away right after you get me into my last diaper then….but once I
say that…what if I change my mind?
Misses Newell: It
will be too late to change your mind….because once you choose that…I am not
backing out and you can’t either. Are you SURE you want to do that?
Adam: What time
is it now? What time is nap-time?
Misses Newell:
Well nap-time is right after lunch usually. It’s…11:20 am.
Adam: Can I get
two bottles of milk before I get taken to the trash please?
Misses Newell:
Sure sweetie, after I am done changing you again. What diapers did you say that
you wanted?
Adam: Can I have
my cloth diapers inside my disposables please?
Misses Newell stops. She then picks Adam right back up and
stands him right back onto his feet.
Misses Newell: No
honey, I’m not going to use those on you. They are going into the trash now.
You are going to have to go in there wearing what you have on.
Adam: But, But,
But…..I want them on me! Can I play with them when I am in the trash?
Misses Newell:
SURE! I don’t care what you do in the trash….
Adam: WAIT! Am I
going out to the trash can…NOW????
Misses Newell:
Yes, I am taking you right out to the daycare trash can for disposal. It’s time
for your disposal.
Misses Newell picks up the piles of unrolled, wet and
not-so-wet disposable diapers, plastic pants and onesies then takes Adam with
her left hand in his right hand and then she walks him outside as he tries not
to walk by resisting.
Misses Newell:
(opening the trash can lid then putting the diapers, onesies and plastic pants
in first.) OK Adam, time to get in…..here…let me open a few of those
folded-over wet diapers for ya….it will be…softer for ya.
Adam: I change my
mind…I want to wait until after nap-time.
Misses Newell: No
sweetie, you will have PLENTY of nap-time in the trash can. You can either help
me get you in there or I can PUT you in there. YOUR choice!
Adam looks up at Misses Newell then looks down into the can
that is only a quarter of the way full and has quite a few open, wet diapers
laying there, ready for him to lay on.
Misses Newell:
(Smacking Adam on his thickly diapered butt) Come on, come on! I don’t have all
day! Get in there……its trash time!
Adam raises his left leg and starts to put his knee over the
top edge of the can as Misses Newell helps him in and then helps him lay down
on his back inside. Then Misses Newell picks the lid up and then she puts the
lid on quickly. She then quickly applies the trash can locks to the lid so that
Adam can’t get out. Then she walks away back into the house. It becomes REALLY
dark and a little cold in the can as thickly diapered Adam lays in the trash
can on top of some open, wet disposable diapers, onesies and plastic pants. He
gets a little cold and starts to shiver. After about two hours of shivering,
Misses Newell comes back outside with one of the full diaper pails and two of
his full bottles that she had promised he could have before he had been
disposed of. Misses Newell unlocks the lid on the can and then lifts the lid.
Adam Suddenly looks up at Misses Newell with squinting eyes due to the sudden
brightness.
Adam:
BRRRRRRRRRRR! I……IIIIIIIIT’s COLD out here!!!!!
Misses Newell:
Well, I brought you some more dirty diapers. They ought to help keep you a
little warmer I hope…..and here…before I empty this in there…here are the two
bottles I promised you.
Misses Newell bends down and hands Adam his two bottles full
of milk. Then she picks the heavy trash can up that is full of wet and dirty
diapers and then empties it in on top of Adam. Then Misses Newell opens one of
Adam’s left over packages of his NorthShore Supreme overnight clean diapers and
starts to empty all of them into the trash can.
Adam is in on top of the wet and dirty diapers. Then she takes Adam’s diaper bags from both of her shoulders and then drops them both in. This nearly fills the can ¾ of the way. Misses Newell then pushes down on the load of diapers in the can with almost all of her weight so to pack them all down to make more room.
Adam is in on top of the wet and dirty diapers. Then she takes Adam’s diaper bags from both of her shoulders and then drops them both in. This nearly fills the can ¾ of the way. Misses Newell then pushes down on the load of diapers in the can with almost all of her weight so to pack them all down to make more room.
Adam: HEY!
UUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUH! STOP that!!!! Stop pushing so HARD on the diapers!!!! You
just made one of the diapers open up that is WET and it’s NOW stretched across
my face with the wet part against my skin!
Misses Newell:
Sorry Adam…..but I have to make more room for more diapers that I will be
bringing out here…..You and Tyler will be the first ones to go into the Burn
Barrel. I am probably doing a load tonight or tomorrow seeing as how I now have
A LOT of trash to dispose of.
Adam: Do you care
if I play with the diapers in here???? They feel and smell so…sweet!
Misses Newell:
No, I don’t care….when it’s burn barrel time, you and your diaper that you are
wearing, will be getting all…nice and soaked very well in baby oil. I Sometimes
use one of the wet diapers soaked in baby oil to wipe the stuff all over
you….so that you will burn thoroughly….
Adam: Do you…HAVE…to
get baby oil…all over me? WILL it be….cold????
Misses Newell: May…be…..but
you won’t be cold for TOO long…..once I light one of your items of clothing and
toss it in…everything will suddenly go up in flames…..and it WILL get REALLY,
REALLY hot really fast!
Adam: When will
you be bringing the rest of the wet and dirty diapers out here?
Misses Newell:
After I get everyone else disposed of in the trash cans or trash compactors
they are all going into.
Misses Newell finishes emptying the rest of the diapers into
the can then she puts the lid on and reapplies the lid locks then she walks
back into the house with the now empty trash can.
Inside the house, Misses Newell was just getting Tyler ready
to put into one of the special 3D printed diaper genies that already have some
of his wet and dirty diapers in it.
Once Misses Newell had changed everyone’s diapers, there was
a pile of diapers and onesies that needed to be thrown away.
Misses Newell:
Hey Tyler? Would you like to help me throw all of these onesies and diapers
away hon? Come here sweetie and help me take all of these diapers and onesies
to the trash cans for me…OK?
Tyler: (Toddling
over to help Misses Newell. Misses Newell hands him half the pile and then she
bends down and takes the other half.) Where are you taking all of these?
Misses Newell: I
am taking them to this black trash can here….
The two arrive at the black trash can that is half way full and
Tyler looks down.
Tyler: If I was
being thrown away in this….would I have to lay on all of those open, wet,
unrolled diapers miss Newell?
Misses Newell:
Yes, you would hon…..Would you rather go in this or would you like to be thrown
into your diaper genie?
Tyler: My diaper
genie misses Newell.
Misses Newell: Ok
then, after nap-time, you will go right into your diaper genie. When it’s full,
I will pull the blue bag out and take it out to the burn barrel. It’s going to
be…REALLY hot in there with no air circulating around….are you sure you want to
go into your diaper genie still sweetie?
Tyler: Just throw
me into whatever can you want to put me into.
Misses Newell: Ok
sweetie. Its lunch time now hon, go to the living room and I will get your sandwiches
ready for you.
Tyler: Thanks
Misses Newell.
Misses Newell gets everyone lunch and then once lunch is
over, everyone gets changed again and put down for a nap. While everyone is
sleeping, Misses Newell takes all of the diapers she took off, to be disposed
of outside in the daycare trash. Misses Newell opens the back sliding glass
door and then steps out to the daycare trash can, releases the trash can
lid-locks and then she opens he can and drops the small pile of folded over wet
diapers into the can. She spreads them around inside because leaving them in
the pile they were in would make closing the lid hard.
Adam: Hey, Miss
Newell? When are you going to do the rest of my disposal?
Misses Newell: I
am planning on doing a load tonight…..You will be first then it will be Tyler’s
turn in the morning.
Adam: Can I…at
LEAST get to sleep in this can overnight?
Misses Newell: I
have too many diapers and too many diapered trash that needs to be disposed of
now. So, I have to do more loads now….you still have a few hours left before
it’s burn barrel time…..
Adam: Do
I…..get…one…..final wish before I go into the barrel?
Misses Newell:
May…be…what would you wish for as your last wish?
Adam: Can…I…think
about it a little bit?
Misses Newell:
Sure……but you only have about four more hours left…..when I come back to toss
in a few more diapers, then you can tell me then and I will see if I can do it
or not. Usually, I don’t care if you want anything or not but this time…..I
might make an exception for you.
Adam: HEY! Do you
HAVE…do put those wet diapers on my face like that with the wet sides facing
me?
Misses Newell: I
didn’t mean to, that is just the way they happened to land in the can. I also
don’t want to see your face because it makes me feel bad that I HAVE to do
this!
Then Misses Newell closes the lid again and re attaches the
lid locks before she walks back into the house and closes the sliding glass
door.
Inside the can, Adam starts getting horny. The sweet smells
of the LUVS diapers that were in their prior to him being tossed as well as
several Pampers diapers that were a little bit wet but not soaked completely
were turning him ON! He decided to start rubbing some of the diapers across the
front of his diapers to try to get himself off. As he keeps trying to get off
into his diapers, he flips around onto his belly and starts to hump the inside
of his diapers rubbing the outside of his diaper’s crinkly plastic backing
against the diapers inside. As he moves back and forth and turns his head, his
face ends up being forced into one of the wet inner liners that was now facing
upwards. The more he moved, the more the diaper wrapped tighter and tighter
around his head and across his face. Now, from the pressure of Misses Newell
packing the diapers down to make more room in the can for more diapers, a few
of the wet diapers had burst causing the gels and padding to get into Adam’s
long brown hair. Adam now smelled like the diaper pail and now, his disposable
diapers were wet too in two ways. Adam still felt horny and so he continued to
hump the diapers in the can and the more he moved, the more wetness and some
poo got on him around his belly and up his back near his neck from a couple of
diapers that came open that had poo in them. The cold and sticky poo felt
uncomfortable to Adam. But now that he was still horny, he didn’t care until he
came hard into his diaper. Adam kept rubbing and rubbing his diaper as much as
he could and JUST as he was starting to get closer and closer to cumming hard,
Misses Newell opened the can lid.
Misses Newell:
PEEEEW!!!!! It sure STINKS in there!!!! What did you DO? Pop some poopy diapers
and get it all over you?
Adam: Yes…Misses
Newell. It’s in my hair; stuck to my back and neck….and I have wetness from the
open diapers all over my face and body now!
Misses Newell:
Are you…having FUN enjoying your comfy diaper? I hope you will be done before its
burn barrel time.
Adam: I don’t
know….if I will be…..or not. The sweet smells of the wet Luvs and Pampers
diapers in here are making me REALLY, REALLY horny!
Misses Newell:
I…SEE! I need to pack the diapers down again so I can dump another trash can
full of diapers in there…..here goes……
Misses Newell takes her foot and packs the diapers down as
tightly as she can hear groans and moans from Adam down near the bottom of the
can.
Adam: UUUUH! MAN!
You just made some more wet padding get ALL over me and in my hair!!!! UUUUH!
Now…it’s ALL dripping and oozing down my face!!!!
Misses Newell presses down again and more padding oozes from
one of the wet diapers around Adam’s head. Then misses Newell empties a few of
the diapers from the pail into the can Adam is in then she packs them down well
before she dumps some more in, then she packs them down well before she empties
the rest in packing the diapers down well.
Adam: Now look at
me!!!! One of those…..soft and soaked Honest diapers burst all over my head!
The open Pampers that I have wrapped around my head now….has all of that wet
gel leaking into it and onto me!!!! LOOK at all of the wet LUVS diapers in
here! They are open and pressing all over me every time you press down!! The
wetness is getting all over me now!
Misses Newell shutters at the image of that in her head.
Misses Newell:
Have you decided on what you want your last wish to be yet?
Adam: Yes Miss
Newell. I have a few requests that are all related. Can you at least check my
diaper before I’m out into the burn barrel and what are you going to use to get
ME to…light up?
Misses Newell:
I’m going to use lots and lots of baby oil!
Adam: Is baby oil
made out of baby’s misses Newell?
Misses Newell:
LOL! No hon….its not.
Misses Newell puts the empty can down and then picks the lid
back up and puts the trash can lid back on, locking it.
Adam: Miss Newell?
You still there????? Dang! It’s cold in here!!!!
Misses Newell walks back into the house and slides the glass
door closed. Inside, Misses Newell puts the empty can away and then goes to
wake everyone up from nap-time. Tyler has nearly soaked his diapers now and
misses Newell takes Tyler over to the diaper genie to get him put into it.
Misses Newell:
Hey…Tyler, sweetie…..time to wake up. It’s time for your disposal now. Come
with me sweetie.
Tyler: Huh? What? Wait…do I have to?
Misses Newell: Yes,
time for your disposal baby.
Tyler: I don’t
wanna go! Can I get my diaper changed first?
Misses Newell: No
sweetie, it’s time for disposal. You can either come with me on your own or I
can carry you. YOUR choice.
Tyler: (slowly
standing up and stretching and yawning) AWWWWE! MAN! I need my diaper changed
miss Newell.
Misses Newell takes Tyler’s left hand and jerks him over to
the large diaper genie that already has some of his wet and dirty diapers in
it. Tyler stands right next to it looking at it with a confused look on his
face. Misses Newell opens the flip-top lid and then picks Tyler up and then
starts to insert his legs first into the opening.
Tyler: WAIT!
WAIT! I don’t wanna go in there! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Let me OUT! PLEEEEEASE!!!
It…STINKS in here!!!!!
Misses Newell gets Tyler put all the way into the custom 3D
printed diaper genie and then she closes the lid and walks away. Misses Newell
goes over to Tasha and takes her by the left hand.
Misses Newell:
Tasha baby, it’s time for your disposal now. Come with me into the kitchen
sweetie.
Tasha: It’s time
already???? Where are you taking me????
Misses Newell:
I’m bringing you into the kitchen where our trash compactor is.
Tasha: WAIT! You
are going to put me into…..the…TRASH compactor????
Misses Newell:
YEP! You’re going into our trash compactor hon….I’m sorry but it has to be this
way. There is no other place to put you for the time being, so this is where we
put some of the trash and since you are being disposed of now, you are trash
and trash goes into the compactor.
Tasha: There
is…yucky messy and wet diapers as well as food pieces in there!!! What
does….this thing DO????
Misses Newell: It’s
going to crush everything inside I’m afraid, sweetie. It has to be this way…I
don’t like this any more than you do. I wish it could be different.
Tasha: How long
do I have to be in here???
Misses Newell:
Until its full sweetie.
Tasha: Will this
thing make my diapers get ruined?
Misses Newell:
What do you mean?
Tasha: Will this
thing make my diapers pop and the stuffing come out?
Misses Newell:
Yea, maybe. Ok, get in there hon….ok…now…get comfy…..are you….comfy? OK….I’m
going to close this drawer now and then I have to run a couple cycles of the
compactor…..it’s going to be tight.
Misses Newell slides the compactor closed then she leans
over, selects a cycle and then hits the start button then she walks back into
the living room where Melissa is sitting on her nap-time mat on the floor.
Misses Newell:
Melissa sweetie, it’s time for disposal now. Come with me baby, lets go get you
disposed of…shall we hon?
Melissa: AWWWWE!
Miss Newell! Can I wait for just a little longer please?
Misses Newell:
NO, I’m afraid not sweetie….I know it must not be easy to have to go through all
of this, but it has to be done. It will be ok hon…..
Misses Newell takes Melissa by her right hand in her left
hand and she leads her over to the black trash can that was just emptied. The
two arrive and are now standing next to the can.
Misses Newell: OK
sweetie, I know the can is empty now, but….there will be more trash being
tossed in there today, tomorrow and the next day. It’s going to be fine
sweetie. Now…get in the can sweetie….I will help you in…ok…there…one
leg….ok…now the other….that-a-girl…now…..sit or squat down in there for
me……theeeeerrrrrrreeee…..now stay down in there for me and don’t try to get
out….ok hon?
Melissa: How long
will I have to be in here miss Newell?
Misses Newell:
Until it’s time to go out to the burn barrel sweetie.
Misses Newell puts the lid back on and then walks back into
the living room.
The doorbell rings and misses Newell goes to answer the
door. Misses Newell opens the door and sees Stephanie and her mom standing
there holding the handles of Stephanie’s stroller that Stephanie was in.
Miss Newton: Hi
Misses Newell, Sorry we are late, I have to go to work at 4 and traffic was
bad!
Misses Newell:
Its ok…. What have we here? Are you here to be disposed of?
Miss Newton: Yes,
unfortunately, we have decided that we can’t afford to diaper her any
longer…..with all that is going on in the world with the one world order being
implemented, and everything going to hell in a hand basket……we can’t afford her
any longer…..here is the $10,000 money order. I KNOW you said you would dispose
of her and her things for $5,000, but seeing as how you probably have your
hands full at this time, my husband added another $5,000 of his money so that
you will take her and all of her diapers. I brought you four cases of her clean
packs of NorthShore Overnight Supreme diapers and four boxes of Pampers
Cruisers size seven and two cases of her thick diaper doublers that I want you
to use at EVERY diaper change…..as we agreed.
Here are also her two dozen pre-fold cloth diapers in this box
and six pair of her printed plastic pants (setting box down.) and in THIS trash
bag, are her two dozen onesies and footed sleepers. They are all clean too and
ready to wear…..
Stephanie honey, Mommy is going to leave you here with
Misses Newell. She is going to dispose of you. I won’t be back for you sweetie.
Misses Newell knows just what to do with ya. MMMMUAH. Mama has to go
now….byyyye babyyyyy!
With a kiss, Stephanie’s mom leaves. Stephanie is still
wearing her soaking wet and saggy cloth pre-fold layered diapers and printed
plastic pants that her mother didn’t have time to change from when she woke up.
Misses Newell:
Stephanie sweetie, did your mother change your diaper before she brought you
here? Do you need a diaper change hon?
Stephanie: (In a
coy and shy voice with her left index finger in her mouth) Um…yes miss Newell. No,
I didn’t get changed. I need one Miss Newell.
Misses Newell:
Did your mommy leave you any clean diapers in your diaper bag? Let me look.
(opens the diaper bag and then starts pawing around inside looking for any
disposable diapers) Looks like your mommy forgot to put more disposable diapers
into your diaper bag hon. That’s ok. I can give you one of ours.
Misses Newell goes and gets one of the Honest diapers that
she has and returns carrying the diaper in her right hand. Then Misses Newell
takes Stephanie’s hand and then leads her over to the area she is going to use
to change Stephanie’s diaper.
Then Misses Newell stops and thinks for a few seconds and
realizes that Stephanie can be taken out to the daycare trash can wearing the
wet diaper and plastic pants she already has on.
Misses Newell: On
second though, I don’t want to mess with those…nasty cloth diapers. You will
just have to wear what you have on. Its disposal time hon…..I’m going to take
you RIGHT out to the burn barrel because it’s time to do a load of dirty
diapers and trash.
Stephanie: WAIT!
I just GOT here! Can’t I stay around for a bit longer?
Misses Newell: NO
sweetie, I’m afraid I have too many of you to dispose of and there is no more
room in the trash for you. I am about to do a load of diapers and another
diapered boy in the burn barrel. You and he can be disposed of together. Isn’t
that nice?
Just then, Daniel gets home and then walks through the front
door and closes it.
Daniel Newell:
(Walking into the front room and looking around and not seeing anyone he goes
to the backyard) Hey honey, there you are. How was your day?
Misses Newell:
Busy. I have a LOT of diapered people to dispose of! Would you care to help me
with these two?
Daniel Newell: SURE
babe, who do we have? (Rolling his sleeves up)
Misses Newell:
Adam….is in the daycare trash can and this is Stephanie.
Daniel Newell:
I’m sorry kido, but I am going to have to take your clothes off so my wife and
I can soak you in baby oil.
Stephanie: Are
you taking my diapers off too?
Daniel Newell:
NO…you can leave those on…I am just going to soak them well in baby oil first
before I get you loaded into our new incinerator.
Stephanie: What
are you going to do with my clothes? That is my favorite onesie and my favorite
dress.
Daniel Newell:
Sorry, they’re trash now.
Daniel takes the girl’s dress off and then removes the
onesie before he tosses them right into the nearly empty bottom of the barrel.
Then Daniel goes to the shed and gets the four cans of diesel fuel and carries
them out to near the barrel then sets them down. Then he goes back to the shed
and comes out with some old ragged and torn up cloth diapers that he had saved from
Christian and Hunter’s batch of old cloth diapers to use as rags.
Stephanie: What
are you going to do with those cloth diapers?
Daniel Newell: I
am going to use them to wipe the baby oil all over you so that I can make sure
that you have it all over you. You won’t burn well without the baby oil all
over you. Honey? Can you switch with me please? I will take care of Adam…and
you take care of Stephanie….is that cool?
Misses Newell:
SURE! I promised him I’d rub baby oil all over him for his disposal. He
requested it so I will do it. Maybe these two can be soaked together…..Or
should we put them in separately?
Daniel Newell:
Well, I can put her into the daycare trash can for a bit while you soak him and
his diapers in baby oil then when he is done, he goes into the incinerator and
waits until she is done being soaked. This will give us time to gather all of
their stuff and load it into the incinerator.
Stephanie:
What…..is going to happen?
Misses Newell:
(Coming over to Stephanie) Well hon, you get to go and spend some time in our
daycare trash can until I get the boy that is already in the trash can, soaked in baby oil.
Misses Newell takes Stephanie’s left hand in her right and
leads her over to the daycare trash can. She opens the lid and then drags the
can over closer to the new incinerator barrel. Then Misses Newell starts to
toss dirty diapers into the barrel that are on top of Adam so that she can get
Adam out and get him pulled out and then soak him with baby oil.
As more and more of Adam’s almost naked body is uncovered,
Misses Newell fills the incinerator. Then, once enough of Adam is accessible,
she reached in, picked Adam up under his arms and then set him down on the
porch. Then she took Adam’s left hand in her right and led him over to the side of the burn barrel where she makes him stand while she gets the baby oil bottles out to start soaking him and his diapers before loading him into the incinerator.
Adam: HEY! Where
are you TAKING me????
Misses Newell: To
get you and your diaper soaked in baby oil for disposal hon.
Adam: WAIT! I
thought I had…more TIME!
Misses Newell:
Sorry Adam, but it’s time to get you ready for the burn barrel. You asked me to
soak you in baby oil, so now…it’s time. Now just stand there and close your
eyes sweetie while I squirt all of this baby oil all over you and your diapers.
Adam: (Standing
as still as possible but feeling the cold baby oil squirting all over him and
feeling it dripping from his oil-soaked hair) Misses Newell? WHY am I being
disposed of????
Misses Newell:
Your mommy and Daddy can’t afford to take care of you any more hon. Diapering
you gets expensive! They told me they spend about $320 a month on diapers,
wipes and clothing alone! That is CHEAP too!
Adam: PLEASE
don’t get that baby oil all over my diapers!!! I want them to be nice and comfy
for disposal!!!! Can you not get it all over them please? I don’t wanna be
disposed of!!!! PLEASE! Don’t….put me in there!!!!
Misses Newell: I
KNOW sweetie, but I need to get you all oiled up for disposal! The sooner I get
you oiled up, the faster I can get you into the burn barrel.
Adam gets his head, hair and face soaked well with the baby
oil then misses Newell continues to soak the rest of Adam’s body with baby oil.
Then she takes one of the old cloth diapers and uses it like a rag to rub the
oil into Adam’s body and then she soaks more baby oil into the cloth diaper
then uses it to make sure there is plenty of oil all over the front and back of
his plastic-backed thick diapers.
Adam: How come
you have to put this…oily stuff all over my diapers and in my diapers like
this????
Misses Newell:
Because, it will help you burn better once we start your disposal. I’m sorry
baby, but we have to do it this way. I don’t like doing this any more than you
like having it done to you.
Adam: Will I be
going into that thing over there….when you are done?
Misses Newell:
Yes, I’m afraid so.
Once Misses Newell is done giving Adam a baby oil bath, she
helps Adam over to the incinerator and then helps him into it.
Misses Newell: OK
Adamisnky….time to get into the burn barrel for me…..ok…there ya go
sweetie..in…ya go. OK, now can you lay down in there for me?
Adam:
But…but….but…..do I HAVE…to lie down? Can I sit or stand?
Misses Newell:
I’m sorry Adam, but its burn barrel time! I’m not changing your diaper!
Would you like some help getting into the barrel? Hey Honey,
can you help put Adam into the barrel please? Get his other arm for
me…yea…now…that’s it…lower him down in there…..ok….Adam, lay down on the
diapers please…..hon, I need you to lay down in there so I can load more
diapers in there. Then Stephanie will be put in there on top of the diapers
that are on top of YOU. It’s JUST the way it HAS to be sweetie. Now….can you
please lay down? There…that-a-boy. Now stay lying down in there for me for a
bit while I get Stephanie ready…OK? I am going to put the lid on after I get
these diapers loaded…be a GOOD boy for me while I do all that….OK?
Adam: Do I HAVE
to? HEY! Those packs of diapers, those diaper bags and all of those…..onesies
are MINE! Why are you bringing them over HERE????
What are all of those….CLOTH diapers, cloth training pants,
plastic pants and diaper covers doing here???
Daniel Newell:
They are going into the burn barrel and being burned man! They’re trash!
Then once Adam was fully loaded into the new incinerator
barrel, Misses Newell came over and started loading diapers from two trash cans
from in the house, on top of Adam.
Adam: HEY!
PPPPFT! HEY! Don’t put those…wet and dirty diapers all over ME! STOP IT! PEW!
They…STINK!
Misses Newell finishes loading as many diapers as she could
into the barrel on top of Adam then she put the locking lid on for a bit while
Daniel chopped wood for their disposal and while Misses Newell gave Stephanie
her bath in baby oil.
Stephanie: Let me
out of this can!!! It…STINKS in here!!!! I have nasty stuff ALL over me!!!!
Misses Newell: (Coming
over to the trash can that Stephanie is in, opening the lid and sifting through
the diapers until she finds one of Stephanie’s arms) OK sweetie, it’s time for
your baby oil bath. Ready?
Stephanie: Will
you be soaking me and my diapers in that baby oil like you did to that boy?
Misses Newell:
Yes sweetie, I will be soaking you and that…diaper you’re wearing in baby oil
so that you will dispose of better when it’s time to start your disposal hon.
It’s now 12:30 pm and Misses Newell gets Stephanie out and
takes her over to the side of the burn barrel and starts to squirt her down
with lots and lots of baby oil.
Misses Newell: OK
hon, close your eyes, here comes the baby oil…WEEE! Look at you now…..you will
feel NICE and soft for a little bit! Doesn’t the oil smell great?
Stephanie: WAIT!
WAIT! I don’t wanna have this stuff all over me! Aren’t you going to get it OFF
me?
Misses Newell: NO
sweetie…..I won’t. This stuff will make you dispose of better and more
thoroughly. We don’t want anything left. I’m sorry hon…but it MUST be this way.
Misses Newell gets done with Stephanie and then helps her
into the burn barrel.
Adam: UUUUH!
UUUH! Stop STEPPING all over me! Get OFF me!
Stephanie: MOVE
OVER! Give me some ROOM!
Adam: I can’t MOVE! There IS no more room!
Stephanie lies down and then misses Newell starts to load
more clean and dirty diapers into the barrel on top of Stephanie and Adam
making sure that all available space is taken up.
Misses Newell: Now Stephanie, can you lay down on those diapers for me? That-a-girl….. good girl…..now once I get the rest of these dirty diapers loaded in there….it will be diaper disposal time! OOPS! There…(Tossing in a diaper that got hung up over the rim of the barrel)
While misses Newell loaded the barrel with the last load of
clean and dirty diapers and clothing, Daniel went to get the kindling and a few
of the chopped logs to put into the barrel.
Adam: HEY! Let me
OUT! UUUH! PLEASE! Let me OUT!
Daniel Newell comes back over to the barrel, opens the lid
and then sets it down.
Daniel Newell:
SHHHHHHHH! Stop you’re yelling. Your disposal time is coming up REALLY shortly.
Adam: (Peering up
at Daniel from around Stephanie) What are you going to do with that long stick
you just set down????
Daniel Newell:
Oh…THIS? I’m going to use it as a poker stick. Once you’re almost done being
disposed of…I use this stick to flip you and what is left of any of the diapers
over so that they will burn the rest of the way down. Now SHHHHHHush while I
load these logs and kindling in there……
While Daniel loaded and spread the kindling around randomly
in the barrel and then the logs, Misses Newell went back inside for a few
minutes to change their own kids’ diapers and then go get dinner started….it
was going to take a while to get dinner ready…..being that they were having a
homemade dinner. Daniel finished loading the kindling and the logs and then he
opened his pack of cigarettes, took one out, then closed the pack and put it
back into his pocket. Then he took the cloth diaper that his wife had used to
wipe both Stephanie and Adam with, out of the barrel. He then took out his
Zippo lighter, then struck the flint to light it….he then lit his cigarette……..
Daniel: it’s
disposal time! We are going to light your fires baby!
Daniel then lights the end of the cloth diaper and then
waits for it to catch on fire more before he tosses it into the barrel. Slowly
the flames began to start catching on the baby oil that the disposable diapers,
Adam, Stephanie and the clothes and other trash were all soaked in. Adam began
to start wiggling and trying to avoid the flames as they raced up and around
his diapers and diapered bottom. Stephanie let out a scream that was
deafeningly shrill as the heat from the flames began to slowly melt and burn
her diaper.
Daniel leaned over and put the screened lid on and then
locked it tight then he walked back into the house to get cleaned up for
dinner.
The next day, misses Newell comes to empty of unrolled, folded-over
wet disposable diapers into the compactor. She unlatches the safety lock and
then slides the drawer open.
She sees Tasha laying there on her tummy and also sees that
Tasha’s diaper has a slight rip in it where the compactor had caused it to
burst slightly.
Tasha: OH…hey Misses Newell. What are you doing????
Misses Newell: Oh…I am about to empty some of these wet diapers in
there that need to be thrown away.
Tasha: Does that mean that you are going to start the compactor
thing again????
Misses Newell: I am afraid I am hon. I see that your diaper has
burst a little….
Tasha: Yea…when you ran those two cycles, I was RIGHT in the middle
of flipping over to my tummy when the compactor came down and started pressing
REALLY hard on my diaper and back! I heard a low popping sound then felt a
draft. Can I get my diaper changed please????
Misses Newell: No hon. I’m afraid not.
Tasha: When will I get taken out to the daycare trash can as you
said I might be?
Misses Newell: There has been a change of plans sweetie….. instead
of going out to the trash cans, I am just going to carry you and the trash
right out to the burn barrel.
Tasha: So…. You mean to tell me that I am going to be taken right
out to the burn barrel and put into it?
Misses Newell: Yes hon, that is exactly what it means.
Tasha: How many more diapers will you be putting in here????
Misses Newell: About two more cans or so….
Misses Newell empties the
square tan trash can into the compactor then puts the can down.
Tasha: When will you take me and all of these diapers out to the
burn barrel?
Misses Newell: You have another three hours or so before I am going
to do another load of trash……I am going to slide the door closed now and run
some more cycles of the compactor now…..bye-bye for now.
Misses Newell slides the drawer
closed and then latches the lock before she starts the compactor, putting it on
auto. Then she walked away and went to take the now empty square trash can/diaper
pail back to where it had been.
Tasha: (Inside the compactor) UUUUUUUH! OUCH! MAKE it STOP!!!
UUUUUUUUUUUH! My…diaper!!!!!
Misses Newell goes outside to
see if her sweet and handsome husband Daniel has chopped enough wood and twigs
to use in the burn barrel. She goes out to the wood pile and takes a couple of
the split logs over to the side of the barrel then she goes back to get some of
the twigs and kindling. Once she has all of that ready, she goes back into the
house to get four bottles of baby oil then brings them out to the table
outside. Then she goes back to the storage shed to pull out more cloth diapers
that were left over that didn’t get put into the barrel when both Adam and
Stephanie had been disposed of. ALL that was still left in the barrel were a
couple of burnt skulls and a few burnt bone fragments. Misses Newell began to
load some of the cloth diapers into the bottom of the barrel, dropping handfuls
of them in each time. Once she had about ¼ of the barrel filled, she went back inside
to take out one of the white trash cans that was already full of wet and messy
diapers. Misses Newell began to empty some of the diapers into the barrel ahead
of time so that Tasha had some dirty diapers to lay on when she loaded her. Once
she had finished with that, she took the white trash can back inside and put it
back before going back into the kitchen to open the compactor. Misses Newell
slides the compactor open and then grabs the heavy bag and starts to wrestle it
out and onto the kitchen floor with a low thud.
Tasha: UH! Is it time for disposal now????
Misses Newell: Yes, it is. It’s time to take the trash out to the
burn barrel now.
Tasha: OOOOH! But I don’t wanna go! Please don’t make me!
Misses Newell: Sorry hon…..but you are trash! It’s time to take the
trash out now! Ready? Here we ….go!
Misses Newell begins to drag
the heavy bag outside to the burn barrel to start unloading the bag and loading
the burn barrel. Misses Newell begins to toss some of the loose compacted
diapers from the compactor trash bag into the new incinerator barrel. Then once
Tasha was completely uncovered, misses Newell grabbed Tasha by one of her arms
and began to pull her up to a standing position as she helped her out of the
bag and got her to stand there next to the barrel while she continued to load
the rest of the trash and diapers into the new incinerator barrel.
Tasha: Miss Newell? What are all of those baby oil bottles there
for?
Misses Newell: Well hon, I have to soak you and all of these
diapers in a lot of baby oil so that you and the diapers will burn better and
all the way down in the barrel!
Tasha: PLEASE! PLEASE Miss Newell, don’t make me go in there!!!! I
don’t wanna be burned! I’m…NOT trash!
Misses Newell: I am afraid you are sweetie…..now stand RIGHT there
for me while I pour all of this nice, sweet smelling baby oil ALL over you and
that diaper you have on! OK close your eyes now……here…it…comes……AH! There ya
go…….doesn’t that feel nice? It’s going to make you feel really…nice and soft
for a little bit…..OK can you turn around for me now? GOOD girl…..now….I am
going to squirt some of this into the front and back of your diaper…it might
feel cold…..OK here goes……
There ya go…OK now…the back of
your diaper…..GOOD…now I need to get your legs……but first…I am going to put you
down into the barrel on top of the diapers and trash…..OK? want to help m e by
putting your leg in there for me?
Tasha: I can’t misses Newell. It’s too tall!
Misses Newell: OK sweetie, I will lift you….OK UP ya go and in ya
go…there….now lay down for me…ok baby? Be a good girl…and lay down for me…there
ya go. Now can you put your legs up here on this edge part for me so I can
finish getting oil on ya? Then I will have to pour some more oil all over you
and the trash then…it will be time for your disposal……
Misses Newell then dumps the
rest of the diapers into the barrel then adds the rest of the packs of her
unused diapers into the barrel along with the wet cloth diaper still wrapped in
the plastic pants that was in the bottom of the trash can and tossed it right
on top, covering Tasha’s face. Then Misses Newell takes some of the twigs and
kindling and she starts to put them into the new incinerator barrel, arranging
them about so that they are evenly spaced.
Tasha: What is all that wood for that you are putting in here????
Misses Newell: It’s so that you and the diapers will burn down all
the way honey…..so there will be nothing left.
Tasha: UUUH! That wood is HEAVY!!!!! PLEASE get that OFF me!
Misses Newell: Ok, here comes some more baby oil…ready…close your
eyes baby and count to…five…ready? GO!
Misses Newell starts to squirt
almost the entire bottle of baby oil all over the diapers, trash and wood that
is now inside the incinerator barrel. Before she tosses the little bit still left and the bottle into the barrel
along with the other empty bottles of baby oil. Then misses Newell takes a
piece of paper and then lights it then she tosses it into the barrel, then
waits to make sure the trash catches fire before she quickly puts the locking
lid on and then locks the lid. Then she walks away back into the house while
Tasha screams her head off as she and the diapers and other trash burn.
As Tasha stops screaming as her
diaper begins to burn, along with the rest of her body and the diapers and
trash around her. The Newells sit around the dinner table, eating and talking
about their day.
Daniel Newell: (To his wife Misses Newell) So honey, who is next in
the burn barrel?
Misses Newell: Melissa will be next probably by the end of the day.
There are still three cases of those clean diapers from Tyler , his six cases of diapers, the two
large black trash bags of his clothing and bedding as well as the three diaper
bags as well as the three strollers and four diaper bags that still needed to
be disposed of.
Daniel Newell: The Daycare trash cans outside are starting to
stink. Didn’t you just do a load from one of the cans hon?
Misses Newell: Yes, babe, I did. There are still a lot of diapers
left in the second can out there that still need to be done. Most of them will
get done tomorrow with Melissa and her diapers. Maybe we should set up the old
burn barrel too so that we can get TWO loads going at once!
Daniel Newell: Now THAT sounds like a GOOD idea! MORE loads of
diapers and trash done at the same time. GOOD thinking honey.
Misses Newell: Thanks sweetie….It…kinda just…came to me! (Said
misses Newell kind of proud of herself for blurting that out.) I am going to
put Tyler and
all of his diapers and some trash into the old burn barrel tomorrow as I am
done loading Melissa and all of her diapers. It’s going to be a nice, warm day
out and both of them will get done with the loads of dirty diapers. WHEW! I
NEVER…had THIS much diapered trash to dispose of in my entire life!
Daniel Newell: I have to be at work early tomorrow and I won’t be
back until around 6 or so…I will help you with any of them if you haven’t done
them by then.
Misses Newell: Thanks babe….but I am planning on getting the two
loads loaded up and started by no later than 3:00 tomorrow afternoon. That way,
I can start on dinner and hopefully have it done by the time you come home hon.
The Newell’s finish up dinner,
wash the dishes, then sit down to relax in front of the TV. The evening turns
to late night and four more wet diapers, and pull-ups are tossed into the black
trash can that Melissa is in. Melissa is tossing and turning in the trash can as she falls asleep in her
now soaking wet disposable diaper, waiting for the can to fill up and then
waiting until it’s her turn to be taken out to the burn barrel for disposal.
Misses Newell comes over to the black trash can and tosses in some clean
diapers from the now open clean diaper package belonging to Tyler , a few diapers at a time. Misses Newell
opens the lid, and then starts to toss the folded diapers on top of the open
and unrolled wet diapers and pull-ups that are on top of Melissa.
Melissa: (waking up and peering up at who was standing there
tossing the clean diapers into the can. In a grainy semi awake voice….) Hey….what
is going on? How come all of these clean diapers are being tossed in here?????
Misses Newell: They are trash now. These diapers won’t fit anyone
else we know nad no one else wants them.
Melissa: How come you are tossing them in here like this instead of
just tossing the whole package in?
Misses Newell: because, they take up much less room this way…..and
I can get more of them in there…..
Melissa: When are you going to take me out for disposal?
Misses Newell: Sometime tomorrow before 3:00 in the afternoon
sweetie.
Melissa: Are you throwing my diaper bags in here too? They still
have clean diapers, powder and wipes in them……
Misses Newell: Yes, I am…after I take the powder and wipes
out…..then I will toss your diaper bags in there.
Melissa: Can I get my diaper changed please? My diaper is soaked
and might start leaking soon!
Misses Newell: Sorry hon, You will just have to stay in that diaper
you have on. I will not be changing your diapers any more.
Melissa: How long is it until my disposal?
Misses Newell: It’s 10:15 pm now….so you have 17 more hours to go.
Melissa: That seems like a long time!
Misses Newell: Well, it’s really not….because by the time you fall
asleep again and wake up, there will only be….a few hours left…..Now…it’s time
for the lid to go back on….
Misses Newell puts the lid back
on and then she walks down the hall and begins to check on her own two kids
before she goes into her bedroom to get into bed for the night.
Meanwhile, in the large 3D
Printed Diaper Genie that Tyler is in, Tyler is sweating
profusely! It smells like wet and messy diapers in there and he can’t sleep too
well. He is tucked in between four of his heavily wet but not rolled up diapers
and five of his wet and messy disposable diapers, the messy ones are tightly
rolled up while the wet ones misses Newell simply just folded them over without
rolling them up before forcefully shoving them down into the blue diaper genie
diaper disposal bag, before she closed and latched the lid closed again.
Morning comes and around 7:00
am, Misses Newell starts to get her usual toddler clients coming to her in-home
daycare. As the few toddlers settle in, a few of them need diaper changes.
Misses Newell Changes three wet diapers using a lot of wipes and some baby
powder. Then she tosses the folded over wet diapers into the black trash can
that Melissa is in. Over the course of the morning, three more wet diapers and
pull-ups are tossed in as well as one or two messy diapers that she rolls up
and tosses into the black can. By 12:30 pm, Misses Newell opens the lid,
removes it then notes that the black can has started to get full so Misses
Newell pushes down hard on the diapers piling up in the black trash can along
with other trash as well, so to make a little bit more room for a few more wet
diapers before nap-time.
Melissa: NO! NOT again! UUUUUH! UUUUUUH! OUCH! STOP…that! I have
wet diapers all over my face and chest! It STINKS! My nice clean diapers are
getting dirtier when you do that!!!
Misses Newell ignored Melissa’s
protests because they were too muffled to understand and Melsey was nothing
more than diapered trash that was going to be disposed of in the burn barrel or
incinerator barrel in just a few hours anyhow. Once nap-time had passed, misses
Newell changes three more diapers and two wet pull-ups which she takes over to
the black can and tosses in, before putting the swinging lid back on again.
Melissa: HEY! HEEEY! When can I get out of here????? MMMF! HEY! Is
it time yet?
Melissa sits back and listens
but hears no reply. Her once dry diapers are now nearly soaking wet in the back
but nearly perfectly dry in front as she lies on her back nearly at the bottom
of the black trash can now almost full of wet and messy diapers. Melissa hears
some more sounds of tapes being unfastened and the faint sounds of diapers
being changed…..then shortly after that, the sounds of footsteps coming closer
and closer. Then, suddenly Melissa hears the sound of the trash can lid coming
off and then she feels the loads of clean and dirty diapers being packed down
tighter and tighter as she groans and moans under the discomfort and pressure
that also makes her flood her diaper. Melissa moans as she realizes that her
thick, bulky, diaper is now completely soaked from behind and might now be
leaking. Feeling the wet inner liner of
the soaking wet Sweet and slightly sour smell of the Pampers diapers that are
now crisscrossing her face and the other clean diapers of Tyler ’s now laying pressed tightly against
her breasts and stomach. Then The lid was put back on and the loads began to
press against her now since the trash can is now full enough to warrant being
taken out to be disposed of.
It wasn’t long after the last
diapers were changed and the last toddler had left Misses Newell’s Home Nursery
that Misses Newell came back to the trash can, carrying four more wet diapers,
one Parent’s Choice diaper, one Luvs diaper and one Dollar store brand wet
diaper. She opened the lid, used her right knee to give the load ONE MORE good
packing down so that the last four diapers would fit before she tossed them in
and then dragged the black trash can outside through the sliding glass door
that leads outside to the backyard and to where the new incinerator barrel is
and to where the old burn barrel can still is. Misses Newell dragged the can
over to the new incinerator barrel, then began to take hand-fulls of the
diapers out of the black trash can before tossing them into the bottom of the
incinerator barrel. As the barrel quickly filled up with diapers and other
trash from the can, Melissa began to realize where she might be and what was
happening. With a worried look on Melissa’s face, Misses Newell uncovered
Melissa’s now dirty and filthy face that was now streaked with wetness and some
diaper gels, as she tossed those diapers right into the new incinerator barrel.
Melissa: Miss Newell? Is, is, is, is IT my disposal time?????
Misses Newell: Yes hon, it is. Time for you…to go into our nice,
new incinerator barrel with ALL of the rest of your clean and dirty diapers!
Melissa: But, but, but…I thought I was going to go into the daycare
trash cans next!
Misses Newell: NO sweetie, You and Tyler are my last two diapered
trash that MUST be done today. Your moms paid Daniel and I to make sure that
you got disposed of in our nice new incinerator. That is what I am doing as we
speak.
Then as Misses Newell tosses in
the last, loose clean and semi folded Star Diapers and Race Car diapers (https://undercarewear.com/products/10-pack-race-car-diapers
)
Misses Newell reaches down into
near the bottom and picks Melissa up and out of the can then holds her like a
toddler, up-right with her arm under her soaking wet, leaking diaper for a
minute with one arm while she opens a few of the new and semi folded over Race
car diapers for her to lie on. Then she begins to lay her down on top of the
now open clean disposable diapers before sliding her now semi wet arm out from
under her wet bottom and then standing back up-right herself. Once she was done
laying Melissa down into the incinerator on the diapers, Misses Newell picked
the nearly empty black can up and began to empty the remaining wet and messy
diapers into the incinerator barrel on top of Melissa, slightly covering her. Then,
Misses Newell put the steel locking lid onto the incinerator for a bit while
she went back inside the house to gather up a few of the packages from Tyler’s
case of clean race Car diapers to bring out to the incinerator barrel along
with Melissa’s two diaper bags, her onesies, her pajamas, her drop-bottom
footed sleepers, her crib comforter and last but not least, her cheap, old
Aladdin stroller/ Misses Newell dropped all of this beside the incinerator
barrel until she was able to go back into the house to get the six bottles of
Melissa’s own baby oil bottles that she was going to use to squirt all over
Melissa and all of the diapers, the stroller, Melissa’s comforter, and clothing
before she used one of Melissa’s sleepers as a rag to apply the baby oil all
over Melissa, her diapers and then she would sue the oil-soaked sleeper to
light the loads of trash on fire. Before Misses Newell loaded the rest of the
trash and diapers into the barrel, she leaned back in and picked Melissa back
up and then set her down next to the barrel. She then grabbed one of the opened
baby oil bottles and one of her yellow colored fleece footed sleepers with the
white collar and then started to soak the sleeper with as much baby oil as
possible before starting to pour and squirt some into Melissa’s hair and then
down her back and onto her soaking wet, thick, puffy-butted Race car diaper
with lots of booster pads in it.
Melissa: HEY! What are you doing with all of that baby oil? Why are
you putting it ALL over me like that? HEY! It’s getting all over my diaper!!!!
Misses Newell: I have to soak you and your diaper in baby oil so
that you and your diapers will burn all the way down hon…..the oils will make
sure that you burn longer and hotter. OK can you turn around for me sweetie?
Therrrrre ya go…now I am going to pour the rest of this all over your head,
face chest and I have to get a LOT of it onto and into the inside of your
diaper too. Just try to be a good girl while I do this…ok?
Melissa: How long will it be before you start my disposal misses
Newell?
Misses Newell: About another half hour hon….When I am done oiling
you and the trash up, I will load you and your stuff and diapers in there, then,
I have to get some kindling and a couple logs to put in there. Then, I have to
put the lid on for a bit to let the oils soak in a bit while I get Tyler and
HIS trash, clothing and diapers loaded into the old burn barrel and ready for
HIS disposal. I still have to get HIM and all of HIS diapers soaked in diesel
fuel to use the old barrel. Be glad you don’t have to go into THAT old thing! OK.
Now, time to get into our new incinerator baby……Here….let me help you…..
Misses Newell grabs Melissa under her arms and lifts
her into the new incinerator barrel and then helps her lay down on top of the
wet and dirty diapers. Then misses Newell finished tossing, emptying the rest
of the diapers from the daycare trash can into the incinerator. Then misses
Newell opened a couple more packages of
Then misses Newell tossed in
the last of the packs of diapers, the empty packaging, the black trash bag full
of Tyler’s onesies, footed sleepers, pants with button crotches, pants with
plastic and vinyl pants as inner lining, his 20 t-shirts as well as quite a few
remaining diapers and disposable training pants from inside the house. Then
Misses Newell went back into the house and over to the 3-D printed extra large
sized diaper genie that had Tyler
and some of his wet and messy diapers stuffed into the long, blue, disposal bag
inside. Misses Newell then tips the diaper genie over and then removes the blue
diaper disposal bag with Tyler
and the diapers in it.
Misses Newell: It’s time for your disposal now Tyler hon.
Misses Newell: maybe once I get you and these dirty diapers into
the burn barrel, then I will rip the bag open so I can soak you and the diapers
in lots and lots of diesel fuel so that you and the diapers will burn all the
way down.
Misses Newell drags the long
blue sausage-like bag full of diapers with Tyler stuck between loads of his own
dirty diapers, over to the burn barrel then she lays it down next to the burn
barrel and then begins to tear it open. She then starts to toss in some of the
diapers before she reaches into the now torn blue disposal bag and picks Tyler up and out.
Misses Newell: I…….know…..uh…hon…..GEES! You are heavy with that
wet diaper on! Now lay down on the diapers and trash in there sweetie and then
stay there for a bit while I go and get the fuel…ok hon?
Misses Newell then went into
the tin shed nearby to get the two five-gallon diesel fuel containers that had
just been filled a few days before by Daniel Newell. Once she brought both full
containers over to right beside the old burn barrel, she flipped the spout’s
lid open and then opened the air exchange valve a little to allow air into the
container as she poured….but before she started to pour, she leaned to the side
and just over the top of the old burn barrel and peered in to say:
Misses Newell: Ready Tyler ?
I am going to pour diesel fuel all over you and the trash and
diapers…close…your…eyes!!!
Misses Newell lifted the full
diesel fuel container and began to pour the diesel fuel all over Tyler , the diapers, his
clothing and other trash in the burn
barrel. The diesel fuel hit Tyler ’s
head with a big splash that felt cold and oily.
As misses Newell poured about
half the container onto Tyler and everything in the old burn barrel, she put
the diesel fuel container down and then went over to the kindling sticks and
logs, she grabbed a bunch of kindling sticks then put them into the barrel,
arranging them over Tyler and everything in the barrel.
Misses Newell: We use them to start your disposal hon so that you
and the trash will burn nice, long and hot baby.
Then misses Newell then added
three larger logs one at a time into the barrel before reaching down to pick up
the diesel fuel container again to pour the rest of the fuel onto the logs and
sticks before she put the container down far away from the burn barrel where
the second container was now also. Then misses Newell reached into the burn
barrel for one of the diesel fuel soaked blue footed sleepers. She tugged on it
until once of the sleeves was pulled through and between the heavy logs.
Misses Newell then opened her
husband’s zippo lighter and prepared to strike the flint.
Misses Newell: OK Tyler ,
now it’s time for your final disposal. Ready? This is going to get VERY
hot…VERY fast!!!
Misses Newell then reaches
down, grabs the soaking wet sleeve of Tyler ’s
soaking wet blue, fleece footed sleeper and then she struck the flint a few
times before a steady flame appeared. Misses Newell then held the flame to the
soaked sleeve until the flames began to catch the entire sleeve. As the flames
began to spread onto everything else, misses Newell stood up and then walked
over to the new incinerator barrel where Melissa was still waiting inside. Misses Newell then unlocks and opens the lid
of the nearly full, incinerator and then she looked down to pick which of the
footed sleepers that was laying across Melissa to light. Misses Newell picked
the plain yellow one with a lot of baby oil all over it Misses Newell then
flicked the flint again and a flame appeared. She reaches over to the
oil-soaked yellow sleeper and holds the flame to the sleeper. It catches
quickly as flames and black smoke begin to rise. Then Misses Newell stands up,
puts the locking lid on and then closes the zippo’s cover as she walks back
into the house. Melissa starts screaming and crying as Tyler yells at the top of his voice for the
first few minutes until the flames silenced both of them, Tyler first then
Melissa.
As both loads in both barrels
continued to burn, misses Newell got a phone call.
Misses Newell: (Answering her Cell phone) Hello?
Voice on the Other end: Hi misses Newell. I was wondering…..can you
dispose of my two diapered sons and all of their cloth and disposable diapers,
their clothing and their bedding?
Misses Newell: Well, I don’t want to do this again….I JUST got done
disposing of my last diapered trash! I KNOW that you need to dispose of
Christian and Hunter’s cousins, but I want to be done with this.
Voice on the other end: We can no longer afford to diaper these
three!!! They are going through a LOT of diapers these days and even MORE during the summer
months! What if we paid you the money we were going to use to buy diapers for
all three? That comes to…. $2,800?
Misses Newell: (With a 5 second pause) OK! OK! THIS will be…the
LAST ones…OK??? Go ahead and bring them over tomorrow morning and I will make
sure that they are all disposed of no later than the weekend of Valentine’s
day.
Voice on the other end: Great.
I will see you tomorrow around 8:30 am with George, Dana, and Tommy, along with
all of their cloth and disposable diapers, plastic pants, clothing, bedding and
stuffed animals. See you then…………….
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