Plan A The Waste-to-energy plant (Continued-1)

The Waste-To-Energy Plant (Continued) 
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                                    Plan A The Waste-to-energy plant (Continued-1) 

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Armada: But, but, but I don't wanna go in the crusher thing! Do I have to go no matter what?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, no.....matter what. My husband or I will be loading the diapers in there soon. You and the diapers are next. I just have to take the load that is in there out and then put a new bag in.

Armada: But, what will happen to my comfy diaper?

Misses Newell: It is going to get crushed so that your diapers can dry out some before final disposal.

Armada: Final......disposal? What is going to happen then?

Misses Newell: You and the diapers will be taken outside to our incinerator where we burn all of the diapers.

Armada lays inside the white trash can, on top of a lot of his own wet, folded-over Luvs Deluxe printed diapers as Misses Newell tossed in more wet and semi-wet diapers of his from another can, were being dumped in.

Misses Newell had changed Armada every 20 minutes, wet or not and had thrown the diapers away each time. She had even thrown away Armada's wet onesies and t-shirts away at each change. Armada kept tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. The wad of used wipes inside his pink, printed Luvs Deluxe diaper,

 that wad also full of a lot of baby powder, was only now just a little wet. As Misses Newell came over to the trash can carrying two partly wet, folded-over pink Luvs Deluxe diapers with wads of used wipes in them,

Armada tried to turn over onto his back but was unable to due to all of the heavy, wet diapers that were on top of him.
Armada tried to get Misses Newell's attention as she tossed the diapers into the can before she left.

Armada: Miss Newell? Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes?

Armada: Um, how much longer will I be in here??

Misses Newell: Oh, about another day or two.

Armada: Am I going into that thing  in the kitchen like that boy and girl?

Misses Newell: Which? Oh, you mean the compactor? Yes hon, I told my husband that I wanted you to be put into our compactor, he said it wouldn't matter, go ahead.

Armada: Will I go in there even if I don't wanna?

Misses Newell: Yes, you will.

Armada: But, but, but.....miss Newell! How come the diapers that I was wearing, that aren't wet at all, were thrown in here with me?

Misses Newell: Because, they are trash once I take them off, wet or dry.

Misses Newell starts to turn to walk away.

Armada: Wait! One more question; How long will I be in the kitchen thing?

Misses Newell: Until it is full.

Misses Newell then walks away. As activities occurred in the Newell daycare, the compactor was set to cycle every hour. The poor girl's diaper was being bunched up and crushed against her butt as she and her diaper were being crushed against the diapers below her, just as the diapers above her and on top of her were being crushed against her. Now three of the diapers had burst and the paper fluff and gels were all over her as well as getting inside her diaper.
Maria groaned with every cycle of the compactor! As Misses Newell tossed in banana peels, leftover eggs, hash browns, bits of toast, cookie crumbs, a cigarette pack or two here and there, as well as quite a few wet and messy disposable diapers, the pressure  from the compactor became more and more.
Now, Maria had cherry kool-aid, ketchup, bits of eggs, cookie crumbs, banana, and diaper gels all over her from head and face to her toes. Her diaper had stuff stuck on it and some of the kool-aid had also trickled into the right leg elastics of her diaper and wet some of the padding.
The load inside the compactor was just about full and was about to be taken outside to the incinerator for final disposition. The load in the compactor was a mere 14 hours away from final disposition. There were now three bags sitting on the porch awaiting final disposition by Daniel Newell at the end of his work week.
The next day, Maria and the load of diapers and kitchen trash were pulled out, the bag tied shut before the bag was taken outside and left next to the 3 other bags on the porch. Misses Newell then went back inside and put a new compactor trash bag into the compactor before going back into the daycare.
After six pm, Misses Newell went over to the can that Armada was in, which was now nearly full of wet, folded-over  Luvs Deluxe printed diapers for him and for her,

which all had used baby wipes in them as well as lots of baby powder in them too.

Maria: HEY! What is happening?

Misses Newell: It's time to take the diapers out for final disposal hun.

Maria: NOOOO! PLLLLEASE! Don't throw me away! NOOOOO! Do you HAVE to tie the bag shut?????

Misses Newell: YES baby, I do! You and these diapers are going outside to the porch to wait for my husband to get your final disposal started.

Misses Newell then tied the top of the bag closed and then pulled it out, then dragged it outside to the back porch, leaving the bag next to the 3 other bags on the porch. Misses Newell then went back inside and put a new compactor trash bag into the compactor before going back into the daycare. Misses Newell then went over to the trash can that Armada was in and pulled and dragged the can through the daycare and into the kitchen and over to the side of the compactor before she slid the door open and began to take the diapers from the can, putting them into the compactor a couple at a time. Inside the can, Armada  had fallen asleep. He awoke to the can  he was in and all of the diapers inside, shaking, shimmying and settling. He felt each of the bumps as the can was dragged across the floor into the kitchen from the daycare. Suddenly, the can stopped being dragged and a few seconds later he heard and felt some of the diapers being taken out of the can. Armada wondered what was happening outside the can.
The next thing Armada knew, Misses Newell's hands reached down into the can and took a bunch of the diapers that were covering him as he watched. A few seconds later Misses Newell reached back down into the can, picked Armada up from under his arms and as he rose above the edge of the can, he saw where he was being put into.

Armada: NO! NO! NO! Put me down! NO! Stop! I don't wanna go in there! Aren't you my new mommy?

(As Armada is pulled out of the can, Misses Newell notices that he has a bunch of other wet and unrolled Luvs Deluxe diapers hanging from the back and front of his pink Luvs Diaper.) by their tapes as they are stuck to his diaper. Armada struggles to resist by kicking his feet in the air back and forth.
NOOOOO! PUT....ME....DOWN! I don't WANNA be crushed! 

Misses Newell: Yes hon, I am but it's time to go into the compactor now. (Misses Newell puts Armada down onto his feet next to the compactor so she can take his onesie off)

Armada: How come you're taking my onesie off?

Misses Newell: Because, I.....forgot to take it off when I put you into the can. I also thought you'd be more comfortable without it. Didn't you ask me to take it off before I threw you away?

Armada: Yes Miss Newell.

Misses Newell: I am only doing this because I forgot and I promised that I would. Otherwise you'd go in there with it on.
(Once the onesie was was off, she tossed it into the compactor then she lifted Armada up again and began to lower him into the compactor)
Would you like to be on your back or your stomach?

Armada: My back but don't I get a special request?

Misses Newell: Well......I......suppose....what is your....special request?

Armada: Could you please not run that thing in there as much? 

Misses Newell: I....will see. I have to run the compactor a few times to make room for more diapers.

Armada: (Laying down on his stomach and noticing that there are 5 diapers hanging and stuck by their tapes to his diaper, behind him and on the front of his diaper) can you get these diapers that are stuck to mine....off please?

Misses Newell: No, afraid I can't. You will just have to stay like that.

Armada: How many times will this thing crush my diaper today?

Misses Newell: Probably 4 times. I like to make sure there will be plenty of room for more diapers, and all of these diapers need to have as much wetness squished out of them as possible before they go out to the incinerator.

Armada: WAIT!!! I......am going into what???? 

Misses Newell: (Dropping 3 more wet folded over LUVS deluxe for her diapers with wads of used baby wipes and baby powder, into the compactor, onto Armada's diaper) 

Our incinerator. The thing we use to burn the diapers in for final disposal.

Armada: UH! UH! UH! You mean......that after this, my diapers and I are going to be....burned? 

Misses Newell: UH HUH.....yep, outside in our incinerator, that's right. I can't wait to get rid of all of these dirty diapers and diapered trash!

Armada: (Noticing that 8 of the folded-over blue and white printed Luvs Deluxe for him diapers aren't that wet)  HEY! Aren't those diapers MY diapers that you changed a lot yesterday? None of them feel wet!!

Misses Newell: Yes hon, they are. They are all trash now. Lay down...all the way...good. Here come the rest of the diapers from the can.

(Misses Newell tosses the rest of the remaining diapers from the can, into the compactor) 

Misses Newell: OK......it's time to run the compactor now......

Misses Newell slides the compactor door closed, locks it then hits a couple of buttons on the front of the door then starts the compactor before grabbing the now empty brown trash can and lid, before walking away. Inside the compactor, Armada is getting his first crushing blow to his diapers. 

Armada: MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMYYYYYY! UUUUUUUUUUH! 

The Compactor blade comes down and presses the diapers on top of Armada against him as he and the diaper he has on is pressed against the diapers below him slowly. 

About 45 minutes later, the compactor door was unlocked and slid open. Misses Newell and a parent of one of the boys she was taking care of, was standing there as Misses Newell tossed in 4 more wet and semi-wet Luvs diapers. She tossed in two semi-wet Luvs Deluxe for her diapers with wads of used wipes and lots of clumpy baby powder in them, two Luvs deluxe for him diapers with wads of used wipes and lots of powder clumps in them. All of the diapers were just folded over, the two pink Luvs diapers landed near Armada's face and the back of his head while the two Luvs deluxe for him landed on his back and on top of his diapered butt.

Armada: UH!.........UH!........OOF!.............AWE.......MAN! 

The Parent heard Armada in the compactor and wondered why he was in there.

Parent:  was...that some one in the compactor?

Misses Newell: Yes, it is. Someone abandoned him here at the daycare. We can't take care of him, the county and state didn't have anywhere to put him, so they helped us adopt him, then they told us to "Do whatever we want with him."

Parent: So........you just.......threw him away? Just.......like.......that?

Misses Newell: Yep. We have a few clients that occasionally bring us unwanted, diapered people that they want disposed of. We offer several disposal options for different prices. We diaper them until disposal day, then whatever diapers, clothing and bedding is left, we either dispose of it, donate it, or use the diapers in the daycare.

Parent: What if.....I had some one I wanted disposed of?

Misses Newell: We would dispose of them according to the disposal plan you paid for.

Parent: Can I pick what diaper they wear as their last diaper change?

Misses Newell: Yes, of course. You can also choose which day they get disposed of on, if they go into the compactor or not, if you want them oiled up for disposal or if you want us to use diesel fuel or gas, even if you want nothing used.

Parent: How much does it cost to dispose of an unwanted, diapered person?

Misses Newell: Our plans start out at $2,000 and go up to $5,000.

Parent: What would I be paying for at the $5,000 level?

Misses Newell: Well, the diapered person goes into our compactor for 3-5 days, then husband will haul their diapers, bedding and anything else to the waste-to-energy-plant for final disposal. Before disposal, the disposee gets our premium disposable diapers, our daycare services, diaper changes, drinks, food, that sort of thing.

Parent: What will I be paying for at the $2,000 level?

Misses Newell: My husband and I would dispose of the unwanted, diapered person in one of our diaper pails, and when the pail gets full, my husband, Daniel would tie the bag closed, take it out to our incinerator in our backyard, add wood and some paper trash, then burn it all in there.

Parent: I have two in diapers right now that will never be able to stop wearing them. Do you take 18 year-olds and a 20 year-old that acts like and has the capacity of a 2 year old???

Misses Newell: Yes, we can do that. What sizes of diapers do they wear???

Parent: The 20 year old wears the largest sized toddler diapers due to her body size. The 18 year old wears small adult or youth sized diapers. I would bring you both of my diapered ones, one at a time.

Misses Newell: Let's go and get you our forms to fill out.Which of our disposal plans would you like....our basic plan, our second tier plan or our  premium plan?
(Misses Newell hands the parent two copies of the disposal forms)

The Parent, the mother, looks at all of the descriptions under each disposal plan and then chooses the premium plans for both of her diapered ones. The mother then takes out her credit card and hands it to Misses Newell to run for $10,000.
Misses Newell runs the card and then the transaction is approved. Misses Newell prints out both receipts and gets the mother to sign both before handing her card and a copy of both receipts.

Misses Newell: When will we be expecting your first disposee?

The Mother: I will bring the 18 year old by tomorrow and then I have to get the 20 year old ready. He has a lot of these old wing-fold diapers we never got to finish using, he also has a lot of Huggies  for him, Pampers with the blue waist shield, a lot of onesies,  a few dozen pre-fold cloth diapers that we used underneath the wing-fold diapers at first, and about one case of Luvs Deluxe for him printed diapers that he grew out of, now we use on the 20 year old.

Misses Newell: We can handle disposing of all of that. Now, would you like us to oil them up before they go into the incinerator?

The Mother: Yes, please give them both a good and long pre-soak in oil.

Misses Newell: Would you like us to use diesel fuel for their final disposal?

The mother: Do you soak the inside of their diapers they will have on with it?

Misses Newell: Yes, we would.

The Mother: Then.....yes, please do.

Misses Newell: Now, for the 18 year old in youth disposable diapers.......what kind are they? Plastic-backed or cloth-like?

The Mother: We use the "Race-Car diapers" from a website called "UnderCareWear" on him. They are all plastic-backed.

Misses Newell: Would you prefer both of them to be disposed of here in our incinerator or have them taken to the waste-to-energy plant?

The Mother: I would prefer to have the 18 year old taken to the waste-to-energy plant, but if that's not possible, go ahead and do him and the diapers here in your incinerator. The 20 year old, I want disposed of here. The forms say that you dry their diapers out in two ways; the compactor and then my boys would go into a solar diaper dryer....before being soaked in oil and/or diesel fuel prior to disposal. How long does the solar diaper dryer take?

Misses Newell: Oh about 2 to 3 hours.

The Mother: AWE.....I take it that dry diapers burn better?

Misses Newell: Yes, they do. We take the load out of our compactor then empty everything into the diaper dryer and then leave them in there for 2 to 3 hours. The longest time a load of diapers and a diapered one were in the solar diaper dryer, was 4 hours. He re-soaked his diaper and leaked into some diapers below him.
The Mother: (handing Misses Newell the first completed form) Ohhh, I want to make sure the 18 year old get a lot of compactor cycles when you load him. I want his thick, bulky diapers crushed well so to squeeze out as much wetness as possible. The 20 year old is a light wetter and usually I only have to change his diapers about 3-4 times a day. The 18 year old is a super-soaker!  You will have to change his diapers 5-7 times a day! His diapers are soaked and he always leaks into his onesies.

Misses Newell: I will make a note. I will change his onesies, wet or not, at each diaper change. With the 20 year old, I will change his diapers often and dispose of them and his onesies, wet or not at each change. That way, we can use up as many diapers and onesies as we can. As for all of those wing-fold disposable diapers and the 3 dozen cloth diapers, they will get thrown away once they come here. We don't like those diapers. The Huggies for him and the Pampers wit the blue waist shield diapers,

I....might use a few of them but we use Luvs Deluxe for him and for her Printed diapers here until we run out.

I will make sure both diapered ones get plenty of compacting. My husband will be loading them and taking them out to our incinerator. I will be the one holding them while my husband soaks their diapers and them in diesel fuel.

The Mother: Make sure they use up plenty of diapers too please. Change their diapers a lot.

Misses Newell: We will, until they are thrown away.

The Mother: Well, I will bring the 18 year old by here and leave him with a bunch of the Huggies For him, The Pampers with the blue waist shield and a bunch of onesies. use whichever diapers you wish on him.
I don't care if the Huggies and Pampers get disposed of without using them or if you choose to use any of them. Just make sure that his diapers, his youth sized diapers get a lot of compactor cycles.

Misses Newell: (Nodding in agreement) Certainly, will do.

The Mother: Thanks, See you tomorrow.

Misses Newell: You're welcome. Thanks for your business, bye now.

Misses Newell then goes back to the daycare and notices 3 toddlers that have saggy wet Luvs diapers that need changing. She goes over to the girl, brings her over to the changing area then goes and gets a clean LUVS DELUXE for HER printed diaper, and the wipes.

Misses Newell changes the three toddler's diapers and then she takes all three diapers over to the compactor, slides the door open, and drops them in.

Armada: Miss Newell? Miss Newell! Why do I have to have these diapers all over me like this? Every time that thing turns on, most of the wetness runs all over me and it is getting into my diaper! (Armada props himself up on his left arm so he can see miss Newell better)

Misses Newell: Lay down baby..... Yes, you are trash now. I don't care what happens to you or your diapers in there! Now...lay...down! (Misses Newell forces Armada to lay back down and then she spreads some of the diapers out and then she opens a couple of the diapers up and lays them across his face so that he won't see the compactor coming down.) I have a couple more diapers to toss in there and then I have to run some more cycles of the compactor. Looks like it's getting a little full in there. (Pressing down on the diapers which push down on Armada) NICE and spongy.

Armada: HEY! STOP that! QUIT pushing down on me! How many more diapers will be going in here?

Misses Newell: Tomorrow there will be a LOT more diapers going in there. It's compactor time baby......REEEEADY?

Misses Newell tosses the last of the diapers into the compactor and then she slides the door closed and then she starts the compactor again. The compactor blade comes down slowly and begins to press down onto the diapers that misses Newell just put in. Armada and the diaper he is wearing are being crushed against the other diapers below him as the diapers on top of him are being crushed against him. The diapers that are stuck to the back of his Luvs Deluxe Pink Printed diapers, are being crushed against him and his diapered butt. Armada's diaper gets crushed hard by the compactor as do the diapers on top of him and his diaper. A few of the diapers below Armada have burst at the leg elastics causing the wet padding to leak out some. the drier diapers have not burst but the puffs of baby powder have blasted Armada's face and hair with powder. Armada has wet and sticky diaper padding and gels in his hair as well as urine and baby powder all over his face, in his hair and all over the upper half of his body and parts of his Printed Luvs Deluxe for her diaper with the large wad of baby wipes still inside.

Misses Newell came back to the compactor four hours later, unlocked the door, slid it open to find that Armada had fallen asleep underneath all of the diapers.
Misses Newell had a trash can full of wet diapers that needed compacted with her and as she began to take some of the diapers out and put them into the compactor,  Armada woke up with a snort.

Armada: What's happening???? Is it time to get out yet????

Misses Newell: NO, it's not. I am just loading more diapers in there that need to be squeezed.

Armada: When will I be going out to the thing outside?

Misses Newell: Well, there are already a few loads ahead of you so...when those get disposed of, then it will be your turn.

Armada: Do you HAVE....TO run all of those EXTRA compactor cycles????

Misses Newell: I want to be sure that you and all of these diapers get plenty of packing so that you and them will be ready for final disposal.

Armada: What if my diaper gets wet enough to burst and it does?

Misses Newell: It won't matter I'm afraid.

Armada: What will your husband do with my diapers and I?

Misses Newell: HE is going to burn everything outside in either the BBQ or our Incinerator.

Misses Newell tosses in a few more folded over wet Luvs Deluxe diapers, a few wet Luvs for her diapers and a few Luvs deluxe for him diapers each with a lot of powder and a wad of used wipes in them. The diapers have a sweet, baby powder scent to them as they land on Armada's head and diapered butt.

Armada: Are you going to run that thing that pushes down on me so hard?

Misses Newell: The....compactor? Yes hon.....a couple of times. The fuller it gets in there, the more times I have to run it to make more room.

Armada: How come I see someone walking around there wearing those thick....white, bulky diapers and their diapers are being tossed in here? They are SO BIG!

Misses Newell: Which do you mean...OH these? These are from someone else that is also going to be disposed of in here soon. HE is a heavy wetter and needs thicker diapers. Since he can't fit into the LUVS or size six diapers, he has to wear the larger YOUTH diapers his mom and dad left here for him to use up.

Armada: But, But, But......how come there is a white plastic bag and a black plastic bag in here? Am I going to get tied up in this?

Misses Newell: YYYYEP! My husband is going to empty the bag you are in, into either our BBQ, the incinerator or our old burn barrel.

Misses Newell finishes emptying the 13 gallon can that had been full of folded over wet disposable diapers and then before she slid the compactor door closed, she paused to say:

Misses Newell: OK...Time for another round of compactor cycles.....get READY hon....

Once the Compactor door was closed, misses Newell locked the door then she started the compactor. It took a few seconds for the cycle to start but the familiar whine of the electric powered hydraulics reminded Armada that he and the diapers were about to be pressed REALLY HARD!

Armada: UUUUH! UUUUUUUUUUH! UMPH! (Armada's face was then pushed by force into the wet diaper padding of the diaper that was now wrapped around his face and partly covering his head!


Misses Newell then slid the door closed and re-locked it. Then she started the compactor.
As Misses Newell walked away, the sounds of the whining compactor was heard and the sounds of Armada grunting as the pressure from the packer blade began to mount inside the compactor bag full of diapers. the bag is almost full now, and there is just enough room for about one more 13 gallon can worth of diapers. It's Friday now, and misses Newell has this day as one of her busiest days of the week. She has a lot of diapered disposee's to diaper still before they get disposed of.
Misses Newell went about the rest of the day, changing many messy diapers and mostly wet diapers.
The wet diapers, she tossed into one of the 13 gallon cans that one of the disposees was about to go into. Misses Newell changes her own son and some of the wet diapers of those that she is watching in her home daycare. She tosses the pile of folded over wet diapers, into the wet diaper pail and then she gets Tyler who was dropped off to be disposed of, to lay down so that she can give him his last diaper change. Tyler uses the Under Care Wear Race car diapers in youth size because he is too big to fit into the Luvs Deluxe diapers. 

Misses Newell: OK Tyler, come over here for me.....and lay down for me....OK? It's time to change your...diaper.....

Tyler: But....BUT......I don't want my diaper changed! Is it wet? 

Misses Newell: Yes baby, it is. Now, this is going to be....your last diaper change....If you don't want your diaper changed, I can just put you right into the wet diaper pail over there where the rest of these diapers are going or....I can give you one last dry diaper to be disposed of in. YOUR choice hon. 

Tyler: I.....am....going into the trash can with..........all of those diapers? 

Misses Newell: Yes baby, you are. Do you...or don't you want your diaper changed before you are disposed of? 

Tyler: UM...........yes misses Newell. 

Misses Newell: OK....then lie down for me. Good boy.......

Misses Newell helps Tyler lie down onto his back on the changing mat placed on the floor then she leans forward to unfasten the top tapes then the bottom tapes on the Race Car diapers. 

The plastic crinkled loudly as she loudly peeled the tapes back. Then misses Newell pulled the front of Tyler's wet Race car diaper back and then she pulled it out from under him and then she folded it over, and set it onto Tyler's chest while she opened the new, clean Race Car diaper up and then lifted him up, sliding the back half of the diaper underneath him. Then misses Newell opened the wipes container and took out a handful of the wipes. She then began to wipe Tyler down with each wipe very gingerly, depositing the used wipes into Tyler's new, clean disposable Race Car diaper. 

Tyler: How come....you are putting the used wipes into my clean diaper misses Newell? 

Misses Newell: Because.....you and your diaper are going into the trash can right after I am done changing you. It doesn't matter which diaper I put them in.....they are both going to the same place. 

Tyler: Am I at least going to get some baby powder in my diaper? 

Misses Newell: Yes, I can do that. Do you want a LOT of powder or just a little? 

Tyler: I want a LOT. 

Misses Newell: OK, will do.  

Misses Newell grabs the baby powder and shakes in a LOT of baby powder into Tyler's diaper before setting the powder back down and then grabbing the ends of the front of his diaper, and pulling the front of the diaper over his diapering area. Misses Newell then fastens the tapes and then she picks the wet diaper up and then helps Tyler up so that he is standing. 

Misses Newell:  (Handing the wet diaper to Tyler) Here, carry your wet diaper over to the trash can that you are going into for me hon, I have all of these other diapers that are also going in there too to carry. 


Tyler: How come I have to be….disposed of right…NOW??? I don’t…WANNA go in the trash can!!! (Pouting)
Misses Newell: You are going into the trash can….like it or not hon. It’s just the way it is. Now, put your diaper in there then do you want me to….put you in there or….would you like to get in there on your own?
Tyler: Can I get in there by myself????
Misses Newell: Sure. Let me know if you need my help. One you are in there though, you have to stay in there! Under…stand?
Tyler puts his diaper into the can and then tries to climb into the can but almost knocks the can over.
Misses Newell: Here. Let me put you in there.
Misses Newell picks Tyler up and lowers him down into the can feet first forcing him to lie down onto his back on top of all of the diapers.
Misses Newell: Now, stay in there. I am going to lock the lid down now. Have a NICE disposal!

Misses Newell puts the lid on and then locks the lids down with lid clamps before she walked away. Inside the can, Tyler tries to get comfortable but he just can’t. The diaper plastic is making diapers stick to him and it’s hot, stinky and sticky in there. After tossing and turning for a bit, Tyler finally finds some comfortable position but JUST in time for misses Newell to come over with a small pile of wet diapers. Misses Newell opens the lid, and tosses each of the diapers in on top of Tyler starting at his feet and legs.
Tyler: HEY! It’s….HOT in here! The diapers are sticking to me! Do you HAVE to toss them on me like that?

Misses Newell: Yes hon, I am going to be tossing more diapers in there. I am going to put them, wherever there is room.

Tyler: How much longer will I be in here?

Misses Newell: Seeing as how the can is almost half way full now, it might be a couple more days.

Tyler: Where will I go after the can fills up?

Misses Newell: You and the diapers will go outside of course. If there are no more loads of diapers to dispose of ahead of you, you will get put right into the incinerator in our backyard. My husband will be the one taking you and the diapers out.

Tyler: What if I get….thirsty between now and then?

Misses Newell: You won’t be getting anything to drink, eat or any diaper changes from now on. You are….TRASH now. I don’t care about the trash. Neither does my husband. Now, be quiet and do not try to get out of this can. I will be back to throw some more diapers away in about (pulls out cell phone and looks at the time then puts it away) a couple of hours.

Tyler: Can I do what I want with these…diapers while I am in here???

Misses Newell: I don’t care what…..you do with them in there!

Misses Newell then tosses in the rest of the diapers from when Tyler was put into the can that were sitting next to the can that she forget to put in before putting the lid back on the can. She then goes back into the daycare. Tyler can’t lift the lid to peek out, so he tries to lay in the can on top of the crinkly, and rustling plastics of the diapers, trying to get comfortable. Soon, it becomes late afternoon, misses Newell changes a bunch of diapers one right after another and brings the messy ones out to the messy diaper daycare can out on the porch and the wet ones go into the outside wet diaper can right next to the messy diaper can out on the porch. She then goes back inside to tend to the other diapered ones that are there for daycare only and the few that have been left there for disposal.
A couple of hours later, misses Newell changes a couple more wet LUVS Deluxe for him and a couple of Luvs Deluxe for her printed diapers and brings them over to the compactor because they are really, really wet. Armada hears footsteps coming closer and closer to the compactor and then he hears the door unlock. Misses Newell slides the door open and sees Armada’s diapered butt laying on his stomach under a bunch of soaking wet diapers that look as though the wetness has leaked and dribbled down the sides of his stomach and around his waistband near his diaper. She also sees that Armada’s head and face are mostly covered with wet diapers and he is laying in and on wet padding of an open, wet Luvs Deluxe for him diaper that had a lot of baby powder in it that has chunks of it inside and a large pile of baby wipes left inside. He is laying on the drier front half with his face being covered by the wet part of the center of the diaper with the drier back part covering the rest of his head over past his ears. That diaper is also covered with other diapers that are placed open, padding side down over the wet diaper covering Armada’s face and head and a few other diapers just tossed there folded over in half using the original creased fold that came with the diaper. Misses Newell tosses the other diapers she has in her hands, into the compactor bags on top of Armada and the other diapers then she goes over to the boxes of Pampers wing-fold diapers that were neatly stacked nearby and begins to pop the box open. Once the box is open, she takes a bunch of the clean, still folded in half diapers and she tosses them into the compactor on top of the other wet diapers. Once the piles of diapers she put in there began to rise above a certain line, she slid the compactor door closed, locked it, and then started the compactor. She then put the Pampers box down, that still was about half way full, until the compactor was done cycling. Inside the compactor, Armada is GRUNTING hard as the compactor comes down and presses hard into the diapers on top of him which then press hard into his diaper he has on as well as the diapers on his back and covering his head and face!

Armada: UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH! UH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!

The compactor releases and starts to retract back up to it’s starting position. Then misses Newell comes back over to the compactor, unlocks the door, slides it open and then grabs the box of diapers and puts it in on top of Armada, and the diapers laying there all over him. She gives the box a little squash which squashes it down so that it will fit before she slides the door closed again and locks the door. Then, she starts the compactor again but this time, she stays in front of the compactor until it stops so that she can run three more cycles. The second compactor cycle began and it crushed the box harder against the diapers below it. The cardboard began to press into Armada’s leg on his left hip. This gave him a slight paper cut as it shoved deeper and harder into his skin. The soaking wet diapers laying on top of Armada began to bulge and stretch as the wet and gooey padding began to get forced up against his body. The diaper he had on was now getting slight wetter and wetter as the pressure caused him to release more wetness into his diaper. The bag was now starting to almost be completely full now. One more layer of wet diapers and the bag would be full and it would be time to take the bag out and put a new one in. Misses Newell changed some more wet Luvs Deluxe For her Printed diapers and a few Luvs Deluxe for him printed diapers before she came back into the kitchen to put the 8 folded over wet diapers in.

Armada now has several wet Luvs Deluxe for him diapers of his own, wrapped around his face, head and neck with the padding pressed against his face as misses Newell unlocks the compactor door, slides it open and drops the folded over wet Luvs Deluxe For her printed diapers and the Luvs Deluxe for him Printed diapers in. Misses Newell opens up one of the diapers and places it against Armada’s head to cover his face up more so that he won’t see much to keep him from freaking out when the bag is taken out to the incinerator for final disposal. The pile of wipes and the chunks of clumped up baby powder fall all over Armada’s head and get into his hair, which is matted and full of wetness and gels now. The dry back part of the diaper that Armada’s right side is laying on, with the wet part wrapping around the front of his face was being crushed down and forcing the wet padding and gels against his face under the other folded-over diapers that were also laying on top of that diaper, which was being hard-pressed by the compactor blade each time.

Armada: Miss Newell, Miss Newell! Why are you wrapping another wet diaper around my face like that???

Misses Newell: I want your face and head covered as much as possible hon. It will help cushion the compactor cycles some.

Armada: But, But, the wetness! It’s leaking all over my face, getting into my hair, making it all moist, and my hair is all sticky with this slimy stuff too!

Misses Newell: Well hon, it doesn’t matter. You’re in the trash. Tomorrow is your trash day and my husband is going to be taking you and the diapers outside. Unfortunately, there are a few other large loads in front of you. So maybe by Sunday or Monday my husband and I will get you and these diapers loaded into one of our incinerator barrels for final disposal.  

Armada: What day is today?

Misses Newell: Today is…… (Pulling out cell phone and looking) Wednesday.

Armada: What does your husband do to the loads of trash? What is he going to do with MY diapers and I?

Misses Newell: Well hon, he and I are going to load you and your diapers into our incinerator barrel and then add some wood then……we are going to burn everything!

Armada: You mean……you are going to…burn me????

Misses Newell: Yep. That’s….what we do here……

Armada: But, BUT…..What if I don’t WANNA…..be burned?

Misses Newell: You don’t have a choice hon! You’re trash! Dirty, diapered TRASH! Once you’re in the trash, everything….EVERYTHING gets put into our incinerator and burned, NO…matter….WHAT!

Armada: Is there….anything that…..you….DO to the trash to get it ready?

Misses Newell: How do you mean? OH….by which you mean….do we use anything to help it all burn? YEP! We either use baby oil, old car oil or Diesel fuel, when….we have enough of that…..we pour one of those things all over the diapers and anything else in there and then……we start the disposal.

Armada: So….I’m going to get baby oil or ….old car oil or that….what was that?

Misses Newell: You mean Diesel fuel?

Armada: YEA! THAT…stuff…..all over my diaper and I?

Misses Newell: I’m afraid so hon. That’s how we do it here.

Armada: Have you done this before?

Misses Newell: Yes, a lot of times.

Armada: Does everything….burn up all the way?

Misses Newell: NOPE! All that is left are the bones! We….grind them up and put them into our…garden.

Armada: What does the Baby oil or car oil or that…OTHER stuff do then?

Misses Newell: Well sweetie, it helps to burn everything all the way down. The baby oil, car oil or diesel fuel all burn nice…..and….hot so that everything burns up all the way.

Armada: Will my diaper burn all the way up?

Misses Newell: Yes hon…it will. 

Armada: Why do I have to be....disposed of misses Newell? Where is my mommy?

Misses Newell: WELL sweetie, Your mom and dad didn't come back for you. They knew that if they left you here, and didn't come back for you....that we would be able to adopt you and since we can't afford to diaper you with all of our own in diapers, and the state not having anyone that wanted to take you.....or COULD take you...they told us to go ahead and do whatever we wanted with you and all of your things. I'm sorry to have to tell you this but your mom and dad don't want you....the state can't take care of you and we can't afford to, so this is the only thing we have left. My husband is going to dispose of a couple of loads tonight once he gets home....and you might be able to see how you and your diapers will be disposed of.....in fact, I will ask my husband to make sure that you get to see everything.

Armada: Miss Newell? How many more diapers are going to be put in here?

Misses Newell: Well hon, I have another 13 gallon can full of diapers that need to go in there. Some of them are your diapers from a day or two before you were thrown away.

Armada: Where are my clothes? What are you going to do with them?

Misses Newell: Well hon, some of them, like....your onesies, and old stained up shirts, they are being thrown away. the few things that you had that aren't that bad, we are going to donate. Now here comes the first armload of diapers hon........

Armada: HEY! They aren't rolled up! Why are some of them being wrapped around my waist and my legs?

Misses Newell: Because hon, this way they don't take up as much room.

Armada: MAN! the diapers are COOOOLD, wet......and......they STINK!

Misses Newell: I....Know baby, you'll just have to take it hon. After this, I am going to close the door and run a couple of cycles of the compactor so that there will be more room to add the rest of your diapers in there.

Armada: Miss Newell! I....don't wanna be pushed down on by that.....thing! NOOO! My...diaper padding is starting to fall down and clump up and I felt one of these diapers somewhere in here....burst! See all of this.....wet, slimy stuff on me and in my hair???

Misses Newell: Yes, I...do baby, It doesn't matter. You and the diapers ARE....going to get crushed some more!

Misses Newell empties the last of the diapers from the 13 gallon can into the compactor bag and then she slides the door closed, locks it, then starts the compactor.
The compactor blade starts to come down slowly and steadily, pushing down on the diapers on top of Armada. Armada groans and grunts and then gasps for air for a few seconds before the compactor stops for a second in mid cycle, and then begins to retract.
Once the compactor retracts, all that is left is the crinkling of the plastic of the diapers, and Armada's face and head completely wrapped with wet diapers, some with the padding wrapped around his head and the others that are folded over with the plastic now mashed hard into and against the plastic of the diapers below. Some of the diapers are kind of embedded into the others, while the padding of the diapers being crushed into, have separated and moved to make way for the diaper mass under the pressure of the compactor. Once of the diapers burst under the pressure and the wet, slimy gels and padding began to get all over Armada, the mess began to get into his own pink LUVS diaper that he had on still that was now mostly soaked. His hair and body now was covered with wet diaper gels! The compactor was now on auto mode and every so often, it would start up and compact Armada and the diapers over and...over again! About every two hours, the compactor would cycle, crushing the diapers and Armada. Armada tried to sleep however every time he started to get to sleep, the compactor would start up and the diapers would squish up against him, some of the wet padding was pressing against his face, back, his stomach and his chest.The padding of his semi wet Luvs diaper, had a sweet, baby powder smell and actual baby powder that was in it that was now all over his face.
Armada struggled to move however, was unable to with all of the compacted diapers on top of him preventing him from anything other than slight movements.

Armada: Miss NEWELL! Miss...NEWELL! PLEEEEEASE! Make this....compactor STOP!
PLEASE! Let....ME...OUT! It...STINKS in here and I'm Sweating a lot! Miss...NEWELL?
Can....YOU hear me?

Silence in retort is heard while Armada can hear misses Newell having fun with the others in the daycare. Armada sighs out of disappointment as he realizes that he is not getting out and misses Newell is not coming.
Suddenly, the compactor starts back up again and crushes him and the diapers again......
one of the wetter diapers that had been places over his own diaper, bursts a little and the wet, slimy gels and padding begin to leak out and get all over him and then into the waistband elastics of his pink Luvs diaper. Then, the compactor presses hard for a few seconds and stays in position for a few seconds before it begins to retract. Once it fully retracts, Armada heard the sounds of someone setting something heavy near the door and then the sounds of the door being unlocked and then the door sliding open.
unable to see who it was that was standing there, Armada called out in a muffled voice underneath the four diapers of his that are covering his entire face with the padding facing against his facial skin.

Armada: Miss Newell? Is....THAT....you?

Daniel Newell: NO....Son, it's not. I'ts ME...your....favorite trash man!

Armada: What is happening?

Daniel Newell: WELL, I am putting some more diapers in there and then running a bunch of compactor cycles. Then, tomorrow, it's trash day! Tonight, I am burning some loads of diapers and then once they are gone, there will only be two loads ahead of you.

Armada: Does that mean...that Tomorrow These diapers and I....are being taken out of here and waiting to be...BURNED?

Daniel Newell: Yes...it does son. Don't worry though....I am going to run a BUNCH of compactor cycles on you and the load before you and the load are taken out. The case worker whom gave us permission to dispose of you.......said that she wanted you to get plenty of compactor cycles. I can't argue with her since she is paying us.....

Armada: WAIT! Will I get out of this.....trash bag when it's time to be burned?
What is going to happen when it's time for final disposal?

Daniel Newell: WELL son, We are required to prepare you for disposal. That means that yes, I WILL have to take you out of that bag and then pour either Diesel fuel all over you and into your diaper or we will have to soak you and your diaper down with some old car oil...if we don't have any old car oil, the case worker will supply us with enough baby oil to do the job. Then, once you and your diapers are nicely soaked, it will be into the incinerator with ya......and while my wife watches to make sure that you stay in there, I will chop some kindling and get some logs ready and then I will load the kindling and the logs in there on top of you and the diapers. Now, if the incinerator and the burn barrel are otherwise occupied, then some of your diapers will just have to go into our barbecue until either the burn barrel OR the incinerator is empty. 

Armada: Where will you put me until the incinerator or the....burn barrel is empty?

Daniel Newell: Well, we have the solar diaper drier out here, I should put you and some of the diapers in there so that they will be dry enough to burn better.

Armada: NOOOO! It's HOT in there!

Daniel Newell: I don't GIVE a shit son! If....I say you're gonna go in there, you....are going IN there!!! Got it?

Armada: (Biting his lip some before speaking) yyyyes.......I understand.......

Daniel Newell: YOU son, don't HAVE a choice where you go! YOU and these diapers are....TRASH! I don't hear the diapers complaining about where they are going or what is happening to them!!!

Misses Newell comes walking into the kitchen to see what her husband is saying as he loads the compactor.

Misses Newell: everything....alright?

Daniel Newell: (Sighing with exasperation) YEEEA......I'm just eager to get this load of trash out and get it disposed of. I have five loads of diapers to dispose of not to mention the ones in the daycare trash cans outside. I....just want to hurry up and get it all over with......

 Misses Newell: Is  Armada giving you....any....trouble?

Daniel Newell: Yeeea....kind of.....he is....complaining about what we may have to do for his final disposal. Here....YOU....tell him......

Misses Newell: Um hon?

Armada: Yes Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: Tomorrow is trash day. it will be time to take you and the diapers out to wait for final disposal. When it's time for your final disposal, whatever we have to do to get the trash ready for disposal, we will have to do. YOU don't have any choice I'm afraid. Now, relax, let my husband load the rest of these wet diapers in here and then it will be time for more compactor cycles. UNDER....STAND?

Armada: Yes miss....Newell......How many more times will the compactor run?

Misses Newell: As many times as we want it to....get used to it!

Misses Newell leans back up and signals to Daniel that he can continue to load the compactor.

Armada: UH! UH! .......UH! HEY! Those are some very....wet diapers! They are Heavy!

Daniel Newell continues to toss the diapers in on top of Armada, on his lap, onto his diaper, on the pile of diapers between his legs, and once there was no more room anywhere else, he began to toss the diapers on top of a few diapers that were now covering Armada's face.
A few times, Daniel pushed down HARD on the diapers to make sure that there would be more room in the bag for the rest of the diapers.

Armada:  UUUUUUH! UUUMF! STOP that! QUIT! HEY! that bothers me! STOP that!

Daniel then piles a few more opened, wet Luvs for her diapers on top of Armada's face so that they won't slide around much, with the padding facing Armada however on top of the other diapers already covering his face. Then, Daniel slid the door closed again, locked the door, then started the compactor. The packer blade came down slowly as usual however since there were a lot more diapers piled up higher now, the compactor blade made contact sooner and now the blade began to push down harder, and harder......until a few of the wetter diaper padding began to get forced out of the new rips in the plastic backing. The harder the compactor blade pushed downwards, the more slimy, wet padding and gels that fell out and got all over everything, including all over Armada and also into his diaper by forces created under pressure. As the compactor reached it's pinnacle pressure, it paused for a few then began to retract. Once it retracted, Daniel restarted it again. He repeated this four times altogether before unlocking the door and sliding it open again to add 8 more folded over wet Luvs, Huggies and Pampers diapers. Then, Misses Newell came over to the load in the compactor and tossed in one of Armada's clean onesies, and his diaper bags that still had some of his clean diapers in it along with some diaper rash ointment in it, some semi dried out baby wipes and a small travel sized bottle of half used baby powder.
Then she stepped back and allowed Daniel to slide the now heavy door closed again before he re-locked it and started the compactor another six more times.
Then, Daniel walked away. The bag in the compactor was ALMOST FULL now......it could take about half a 13 gallon can's worth of wet, folded over diapers before it would have to be tied shut. It was already 6:30 now, and Daniel had left the compactor set on auto to cycle every half hour now since there were a lot of diapers in there that needed to get compacted. ALL night long, the compactor cycled every half hour! POOR Armada couldn't sleep with the compactor running every half hour. When Sunday morning came along, the Newells awoke and came into the kitchen to make coffee, breakfast and Daniel went outside to smoke his first morning cigarette on the back porch. As Daniel smoked his cigarette, he carried two of the large and bulging compactor trash bags full of diapers and Maria over to the incinerator barrel to get it ready for loading later on that morning. Then, he walked back to carry another large, bulging trash compactor bag full of wet diapers and Charlie over to the burn barrel to get that load ready for final disposal a little later that morning.
Then, he went over to the next bulging full bag with Donald in it and set it over next to the daycare trash cans sitting outside on the porch.
Once Daniel was finished with his Cigarette, he went back inside to get his cup of coffee, eat a little something, kiss misses Newell, and then get dressed so that he can get to work, disposing of all of the loads of diaper trash.
About an hour and a half later, Daniel and and misses Newell come outside to the back porch to begin getting the first loads of diaper trash ready to be disposed of in the incinerator and burn barrel. the bag that Maria and the load of wet diapers was in, was going to be the first load to be disposed of. Misses Newell opted to open the bag and begin taking the diapers out and tossing them into the incinerator barrel an armload at a time.
Once Maria was uncovered, misses Newell pulled her out of the bag, and stood her up on her feet for a bit so that her husband Daniel could soak her with baby oil. Misses Newell had already put on her thick, rubber apron for this task as she always did.

Maria: HEY! What....is going on? It's COLD out here! HEY! What are you doing?

Misses Newell: It's time for....final disposal hon. My husband and I have to get you and your diaper nice and soaked with as much of this baby oil as we can so that you and your diapers will burn all the way down. Now stand up and be a good diapered trash......while we do this. My husband will be inserting a bottle of baby oil or two into your diaper's waistband to get your diaper nice and oily. Don't move....ok?

Maria: WAIT! NOOO! PLEASE miss Newell! Don't do this! I....promise......I will try not to wet my diapers........PLEASE....don't....do this!

Daniel Newell: (opening the cap of the first bottle of baby oil and pouring it over her head) Sorry there....diapered trash......once you're in the trash, you're being disposed of with everything else that was in the trash with ya. Now, do as my wife instructed you to......and don't move while I get you all nice......and OILED up!

Maria: My comfy diaper! It's going to be oily! Not comfy any more!

Misses Newell: Unfortunately, you won't be needing your diaper any longer after your final disposal is done. Now...shhhhhhh! it's quiet time now!

As Daniel Newell continued to squirt and pour baby oil all over Maria and her diaper, misses Newell held onto Maria with one rubber gloved hand and rubbed the oil in with the other rubber gloved hand. Once the oil was all over Maria and the outside of her diaper, Daniel Newell handed his wife a full bottle of baby oil with the lid opened and then misses Newell pull the waistband of Maria's diaper back and then inserted the bottle of baby oil in the back side of her diaper upside down. She then squeezed the bottle a bunch of times which allowed the oil to squirt down Maria's butt and along her diaper as it was quickly absorbed.
With the first bottle nearly empty now, Misses Newell removed the bottle and tossed it into the incinerator and then Daniel handed his wife another brand new opened bottle to put down the front of Maria's diaper.

Misses Newell: This ought to feel funny for a little bit.....once the bottle is empty, it will be time to go into the incinerator.

Maria began to sniffle and cry a little bit......The oil began to drip and run into her eyes and it burned a little. As Misses Newell monitored the upside down baby oil bottle that had been forcefully shoved down the front waistband of her pink Luvs diaper, misses Newell kept giving the bottle a bunch of squeezes to ensure that the baby oil thoroughly soaked Maria's diaper. Soon, Maria's diaper began to leak and the baby oil dribbled down her legs.....front and back. Then Misses Newell removed the baby oil bottle and then held the bottle aimed at Maria's stomach, thickly diapered waist and then her legs.....soaking her body completely.

Misses Newell: THERE! I just have to rub....this ...in........there......all...nice and ready to go into the incinerator......OK......hon? Let's get you into the incinerator now........
(Misses Newell Grunting a little as she lifts Maria up and puts her into the incinerator barrel) UP....ya GO! OK.......I am going to lay you on your back in there......so that we can get the rest of these diapers in there.

Maria: (Sniffling) But, BUT....BUT......Misses Newell! I thought that I was going to get out of diapers! Mommy told me that I wasn't for the rest of my life! Is this.....why she is throwing me away like this?

Misses Newell: I'm afraid so hon......It's very hard on your mother's budget to have to buy diapers for her baby that won't ever get out of diapers......diapers are expensive these days.

Misses Newell then begins to grab the half empty black trash bag then she turns it over and empties the rest of the diapers in on top of Maria before tucking the now empty trash bag in beside Maria in the incinerator barrel. Then Misses Newell stepped away so that Daniel could bring over some of the kindling from a pile that he had made at some point earlier, that they used specifically for when they needed to burn some diaper trash.

Maria: (Struggling to push some of the diapers off her face) HEY! What is all that for?

Daniel and Misses Newell both look at each other. They both silently choose which one to answer Maria's question.

Daniel: It's going to help keep the fire burning NICE and hot! We don't want anything left accept for the bones!

Misses Newell: Now...hon? Would you prefer to be....awake for your disposal....or would you prefer to be asleep?

Maria: what happens if I am....awake?

Misses Newell: Well, it's REALLY going to hurt and once we start your disposal, we lock the steel lid on and you won't be able to escape or stop it! You will scream and scream and flop around in there until it's all over! If you are asleep, you won't even know it's happening and you won't have to scream and flop around! So.....which do you prefer?

Maria: I want to be awake.

Misses Newell: Are you.....SURE you want that sweetie?

Maria: Um....I change my mind. Can I be...asleep?

Misses Newell: Yes....you may. I would prefer that you were too. Here......drink this and I promise, by the time you finish it, you will fall into a VERY deep sleep and then we will start your disposal.

Misses Newell hands Maria a baby bottle full of milk that has a powerful sleeping medicine in it that is fast-acting. Maria takes it, being that she is very, very thirsty, she drinks it. After drinking about three quarters of the bottle, Maria can't keep her eyes open and thus falls into a very, very deep slumber, letting go of the bottle which falls out of her mouth and lays on her chest which already has a lot of diapers piled high as well as lots and lots of kindling as well as sticks, twigs and small pieces of wood.
Misses Newell leans in to check Maria to see if she is actually asleep. Noting that she is very much so under the influence of the powerful sleeping drug, she leans back up and then nods to her husband to give the ok to begin soaking Maria and all of the diapers with Diesel fuel before starting her final disposal. Daniel picks up the first blue 10 gallon container of diesel fuel and begins to pour it all over Maria and the diapers. The fuel splashes all over Maria drenching her from head to toe. Her diaper begins to blow up as it soaks up the diesel fuel as do the rest of the diapers. Then Daniel puts the can down, then goes and gets some chopped logs to put into the incinerator. Once there were three lifs in, Daniel reaches over to the black trash bag full of Maria's cliths, happens to pull out one of her formerly wet and heavily leaked in onsies. He begins to soak the onesie in diesel fuel before setting the diesel fuel container back down again. Then Daniel takes out one of his Marlboro black cigarettes and his Zippo lighter, lights his cigarette then he lights the end of the soaked onesie. Once the flames catch on the onesie, Daniel then drops the flaming onesie into the incinerator. It takes a few minutes before the incinerator is fully engulfed in flames. The hot flames completely burn everything in a matter of 45 minutes or less. Only the scortched bones are left smoldering with the hot coals. 

While Maria's final disposal was occurring, Daniel and misses Newell were now loading the old burn barrel made out of an old 32 gallon aluminum trash can with another trash bag full of wet diapers and that had Tyler also inside. Tyler was half asleep when the bag was carried over next to the burn barrel and then opened by Misses Newell. Misses Newell began to take hand-fulls of the diapers and a few onesies to toss into the burn barrel. Once the barrel became a quarter of the way full, she pulled Tyler out before laying him down onto his back inside the burn-barrel on top of some opened and wet Luvs, Pampers diapers that had the padding side facing up. 

Tyler: Miss Newell, why are you putting me in this trash can full of wet diapers? 

Misses Newell: It's time for your final disposal now hon. This.....is where we put the trash for final disposal. Now....... would you like to be awake or asleep for final disposal? 

Tyler: I have a choice? 

Misses Newell: Yes hon, if it was my choice, I would choose to be asleep. It's a lot quieter that way. If you want to be awake, that is fine too. Which will it be? 

Tyler: I am going to let you choose for me Miss Newell. 

Misses Newell: Are....you....sure? 

Tyler: Yes Miss Newell. 

Misses Newell: Then I am going to leave you awake. We are running low on sleeping medicine. Ok, time to pre-soak you and your diapers in baby oil........I will need to stand you up for this. Stand up now hon, there.....we are..... good. Now stay like that while I get this baby oil on you and into your diaper. 

Tyler: How come you have to put that one bottle into the back of my diaper like that? 

Misses Newell: So that you and your diaper will burn all the way down. Ok hon, close your eyes, here comes the baby oil on your head. 

Misses Newell pours a lot of baby oil over Tyler's head, drenching his hair and causing the oil to drip and then run down his face, drip and then run down into his shoulders, chest and down his back. Standing there, glistening in the sunlight like a wet and oily cow hide, Tyler wondered if he would get a last request. As misses Newell poured more sweet smelling baby oil down the top half of his body, he felt the oil drip and run down onto his diaper. 

Tyler: Miss Newell? Why are you getting baby oil all over my diaper and inside of it too? If I wet my diaper, my diaper will leak! 

Misses Newell: I don't care if your diaper leaks it not! It's trash now, so are you! It's time to get into the burn barrel now. (Misses Newell picks Tyler up under his arms and lays him down onto the diapers inside the burn barrel. Tyler's legs dangle over the edge of the burn barrel as she loads more and more diapers, tossing them in two to three at a time.)

There....get comfy, time to get everything loaded. 

Misses Newell and her Husband Daniel load the burn barrel about 3/4 of the way full of diapers, onesies, baby wipes and the empty baby oil bottles as well as Tyler's diaper bag which still had a few wipes, some baby powder left in the two travel sized bottles, and two clean Luvs Deluxe diapers inside. Misses Newell left the now empty baby oil bottles stuffed down the back if Tyler's diaper and as Tyler squirmed to get comfortable, the bottle came out. 

Tyler: What will you do with my legs once I am disposed of? 

Misses Newell: My husband will flip them in and they will be disposed of. 

Tyler: Do I get a last wish? 

Misses Newell: What do you want to wish for? 

Tyler: Can I soak in the greasy stuff that Mr Newell is going to pour all over the diapers and I for a while before you start my disposal? 

Misses Newell: Well, I will let my husband decide that. It's up to him. I will tell him you want that and see what he says and does. 

Misses Newell tells Daniel about Tyler's last wish and Daniel decides not to honor it because he just wants to get the disposal over and done with. 

Daniel reminds his wife that on Monday, the new custom compactor with enclosed incinerator furnace attached to the rear of the compactor is being installed. 

Misses Newell: Oh....yeah! It completely slipped my mind. The compactor feeds the compacted loads right into the incinerator furnace and automatically sprays everything with diesel fuel and we can even push a button and spray everything again if we want. I can't wait!

Daniel Newell: Yeah! It even comes with an oil-based deodorant that gets sprayed onto the trash to keep the smell down. 

Misses Newell: It's going to be nice to load the trash into the compactor and not have to load it into the incinerator barrels like we are. I think Armada should be one of the first to go in. 

Daniel Newell: I was just..... thinking the same thing babe. 

Misses Newell: I will have to take him out of the compactor trash bag before you load everything. I want the diapers to be emptied loosely into the compactor so that they all get sprayed with fuel and deodorant. 

Daniel Newell: Sure babe, no..... problem. 

Daniel then goes over to the kindling pile and brings an armload over to the burn barrel and puts it down. Then he goes over to the pile of short-cut logs and brings over an armload before laying them next to the kindling. Misses Newell steps out of her husband's way as he starts putting some of the kindling into the burn barrel laying he kindling across in one direction then laying the kindling across the others in the opposite direction. 

Tyler: Hey!!! What is all that for?? 

Daniel Newell: It's to keep you and the diapers burning longer and hotter so everything burns all the way down.

Tyler: Are you going to put some into my diaper like you did to my sister? 

Daniel Newell: No, unless my wife wants me to....then I will. 

Misses Newell: I want you to put some of the kindling into his diaper too hon. 

Daniel Newell: He is kind of buried under all of the diapers. Do you still want me to do this? 

Misses Newell: Yes. Would you? 

Daniel Newell: (reluctantly) OH...Kay! Here. Help me get him up so that I can put some kindling into his diaper. 

Misses Newell comes over and leans down into the burn barrel and reaches under Tyler's Diapered butt and then picks him up with the diapers that are on top of him, still there, while Daniel pulls the back of Tyler's diaper open and shoves some kindling down into his diaper one piece at a time. 

Tyler: Ouch! Ooouch! What....are you DOING????

Misses Newell: I want some kindling put into your diaper to help it and you burn better. It's how I want it to be. 

Tyler: Are you going to put any....OUCH!......in the front of my diaper too? 

Misses Newell: Yes, we are. Hold still while my husband adds the kindling! 

Tyler: OUCH! OUCH! That....hurts! 

Daniel Newell: Shut up! I don't care if it hurts or not! Time to get ready for final disposal son! 

Tyler: NOOOO! Please! I don't wanna be disposed of any more!!! 

Daniel Newell: Tough! This is happening! No....matter.....what! Ok babe, you can put him back in now. 

Misses Newell: OK hon, back in the burn barrel. Uh! There ya go. 

Daniel puts the long pieces of kindling back in on top of the diapers criss-crossing each other before adding a couple if the larger logs. Then he asked his wife to stand back while he picked up the half full blue can of diesel fuel and began to pour and splash it all over the diapers and the wood as well as getting a lot onto Tyler. Once Tyler, the diapers and wood was saturated with diesel fuel, Daniel put the can down, took an old baby blue onesie, soaked it in diesel fuel, then lit it with his Zippo lighter. Once the onsie caught on fire, Daniel tossed it into the burn barrel and flames errupted with hot furry as Tyler began to scream a death scream!
Then, misses Newell went back inside the daycare to tend to her kids and the others that are waiting to be disposed of. Misses Newell went to get Armada ready to take out to the Daycare trash can outside on the porch.

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Misses Newell: OK sweetie I have to add these nice and fresh diapers in there with you

Armada: Misses Newell! They....stink and are messy! Are you going to put my diapers and I into one of those burn-barrel things?

Misses Newell: No honey we are under a burn ban all of the trash and diapers goes into that big dumpster and then on trash day gets dumped and hauled off to the waste to energy plant where it's burned to create electricity.

Armada:  Misses Newell, I am going into that big dumpster with all these loose, stinky, dried up, stiff diapers once you take my diapers and I out of this...diaper dryer thing? How long is it until trash day?

Misses Newell:  Possibly hun I'm not sure as of right now. Trash gets dumped once a month that's why we have a big 8 yard dumpster.

Armada:  When are you going to take me out of this diaper dryer thing? how much longer do I have to have my diaper laying open like this?

Misses Newell:  At this time I guess we can get you out of that thing.

Armada:  Miss Newell? How many days will I be in that big trash dumpster? What about my diaper? It's laying open and a wet diaper slid down when you opened the door and brushed some of the diapers off my diapering area.

Misses Newell: Since it just got dumped a maximum of 30 days possibly less if we want it dumped sooner all just depends hun.

Armada: How long will my diapers and I be at the what did you call that place?

Misses Newell:  Waste to energy plant hun?

Armada: Misses Newell? How long will my diapers and I be at the Waste-to-energy plant?

Misses Newell: It could be a week or so or could be as soon as you get there

Armada: Why does Daniel look at me like he is sizing me for putting me into something Miss Newell?

Misses Newell: I honestly don't know hun.

Armada: How many more diapers are you going to put into this diaper dryer? When can I get my diaper pulled back up?

Misses Newell: Honestly I don't know why we use it with us being unable to burn the diapers I'm not gonna use it anymore until our burn ban is lifted, from now on the diapers can just go to the dumpster

Armada: Oh. Are you taking these diapers and I out now? Am I going into the dumpster with these diapers and the diaper in that 13 gallon trash can you brought here?

Misses Newell:  I think that is what I am going to do hun, Yes.

Armada: Hey! why did you just pull my diaper up and fasten the tapes with that open, dried up, Luvs for him diaper with the wipes still inside over the diaper with it sticking out like that misses Newell?

Misses Newell: Because hun, it honestly doesn't matter anymore you are trash and trash doesn't get a choice unfortunately.

Misses Newell Puts Armada's diaper back on, lifting him out and putting him onto his feet, then handing him a couple of handfuls of the dried out diapers.

Armada:  Hey! What are you....doing? Why are you giving me all these diapers?

Misses Newell: You are going to help me hun.

Armada: Help.....carry these to that big dumpster? Am I.....going to go in there today?

Misses Newell: Yes help me, if you cooperate then no but if you don't cooperate you go in with the diapers.

Armada: I am going into the dumpster today? Miss Newell? Could I please just go into the daycare can or into a playpen or something?

Misses Newell: If you cooperate hon, yes you can go back into the daycare can.

Armada: Oh goodie! It's only a quarter full now. Miss Newell? What happened to the diapers in my diaper bag??

Misses Newell: What do you mean hun?

Armada: Where are the clean diapers that are in my diaper bag Miss Newell? Are you going to dump that can and all these diapers from this diaper dryer on top of me? Hey! Why did you stuff that Wet Disney print Pampers diaper down the back of my diaper Miss Newell?

 Armada carries the pile of dried out diapers to the dumpster. He stands there waiting for misses Newell.

Misses Newell: your clean diapers are gonna be used in the daycare hun, because the wet diaper such as yourself is trash hun. Thank you for helping me out sweetie you saved me an extra trip over here to the dumpster.

Armada: (Armada Hands Miss Newell the diapers from his arms) I......I...... don't wanna be thrown away!!!!

Misses Newell: I know sweetie I'm sorry but we can't care for you it's too expensive.

Armada: Am I going to be alive still by the time it's time to go to that one place where the dirty diapers go?

Misses Newell: As I take the diapers from you and start tossing them into the dumpster) Yes hun, you will be I will bring you food and drinks.

Armada: Do.....I have.....to wear this ......dry, stiff girl's diaper till I go to that place miss Newell?
Thank you miss Newell. Are you going to dump more diapers into the daycare trash can I'm going into? Do.....YOU have to....lock the lid?

Misses Newell: No sweetie not if you don't want to, if you want a new diaper you can have one but only one.

Armada: OH.... goodie! Thank you, thank you! wait! ONLY ONE??? 

Misses Newell: I'm gonna be adding more wet and dirty diapers from the daycare kids into the can you will be going in hun.

Armada: When I was in there after being taken out of the compactor, you would push hard down on the diapers and I. Are you going to do that more?
Where are you taking me? Are..... you going to change my diaper while I am laying in the trash can or on the ground in front of it? (Misses Newell takes the locking lid off the trash can and sets it aside)

Misses Newell: I use the backhoe bucket to push down all of the diapers and trash to make room for more in the dumpster hun. which place do you prefer hun?

Armada: That big.....shovel thing you got on....you use that to smash the diapers down? What if I was in the dumpster, would you smash me down too?
If I go into the trash can, I will still end up in the dumpster later......right?
Miss Newell? Do I......get to choose what kind of diaper and how many I get for this diaper change?

Misses Newell:  Yes hun that big shovel thing attached to the tractor. If you go into the trash can you will eventually end up out here in the dumpster. Within reason you can choose what diapers that you want to wear hun.

Armada: You said that Trash like me doesn't have a choice. ok....you choose where I go. if you put me into the dumpster, will you smash me down with that thing?

Misses Newell: Well for you I will possibly make an exception as long as you don't make me upset hun.

Armada Jakenson: What happens if I make you upset Misses Newell? 
What if....I wanted one of those Luvs Deluxe stripe prints diapers and then one of those Luvs Deluxe for her with those flowers on them (like the ones in this picture) over it, could I have that?
I won't be disposed of miss Newell! I don't wanna be! Where are you going to put me after my diaper change? Miss Newell? Are you going to use any of the diapers from the trash to change me into or do I get to wear new diapers? Are you going to make me carry these three diapers to the trash that you will put me in?

Misses Newell: You want two diapers hun? honestly you don't really have a choice you are gonna be disposed of. 

Armada: Yes miss Newell.

Misses Newell: If you keep being mouthy with me you'll go right into the dumpster now do you want that.
What 3 diapers?

Armada: NO! NO! please! NOT another day in that Compactor! please don't smash me and my diapers!

Misses Newell: Why do you want two? That's what I thought don't let it happen again.

Armada: No Miss Newell. Yes, the three diapers that are stuffed inside the one I am wearing. I like my diapers to be nice and thick. when the first diaper is soaked, the second one will help keep leaks away.

Misses Newell: ......or do you just want changed when it's needed?

Armada: But, but, miss Newell! Why do I have to go out to the dumpster? You are going to smash my diapers and I .....HUH?  Do I have a choice?

Misses Newell:  Only if you don't behave like I have already told you.

Armada: Changing me would use more diapers. Are you going to use any of the diapers from the trash to change me into?

Misses Newell: No, not unless you want me to I was going to use fresh diapers.

Armada: So, if I don't behave, I don't get my diapers changed? I will leave everything up to you.....You said that trash doesn't have a choice, so it IS up to you.

Misses Newell: If you don't behave you don't get changed and you go directly into the dumpster.

Armada: Where are you going to put me then miss Newell?

Misses Newell: In the daycare trash can hun.

Armada: Misses Newell? Why do you lock the lid? When you bring out dirty diapers to the daycare trash can, is that when and where you will change my diapers?

Misses Newell: Most likely hun.
Hun? Once you go into the dumpster it's gonna stink and stink horribly!

Armada: But, but, miss Newell! Will you smash my diapers in the dumpster? How often will you do that before the dumpster gets emptied?

Misses Newell: I'll smash them down when the dumpster gets full hun, like I always do but it should give you plenty of cushion from the smash.

Armada: Will I get pee and poo all over me? What about that slimy stuff inside the diapers when they are wet? Do you smash the diapers weekly? 

Misses Newell: You are most likely gonna get that all over you. No I don't smash them weekly, just as needed.

Armada: How many times would you smash my diapers and I until the trash truck comes?
NOOOO!!!! I don't want all that stuff all over me! What will happen to my diaper when you smash it and I?
I will let you decide what you do with my diapers and I. I don't wanna be trash! I don't wanna go into that....dirty dumpster!

Misses Newell: I just told you! It varies. That's what I thought hun.

Armada: Miss Newell? Are you going to change my diaper right here, laying on the ground in front of the daycare trash can?

Misses Newell: It definitely makes more sense to me hun.

(Misses Newell goes inside and gets the Luvs Deluxe Striped Printed Diapers for boys and a Pink Flower Print Luvs Deluxe for girls diaper, a baby powder bottle that only is 1/4 full and a baby wipes package with 10 wipes left and comes back outside)

Armada: Oh, you......want me to lay down......here?

Misses Newell: Which diaper do you want to wear first hun?

Armada: Um.......How about....the boys one?

Misses Newell lays Armada down on the cement in front of the daycare trash can. Misses Newell unfastens the tapes on each side and pulls the front of the diaper down. Misses Newell pulls the other diaper that was caught inside, down and off and lays it aside.Misses Newell pulls the Pink Luvs Deluxe diaper with the baby wipes still inside, out from under Armada.  Misses Newell opens the Blue, Striped Luvs Deluxe diaper for boys, and slides it under Armadas butt before she opened the wipes, took quite a few out, and began wiping Armada clean, dropping the used wipes into his clean diaper.

Armada: Miss Newell? Are you going to leave those wipes in my diaper when you're done?

Misses Newell: No hun.

Armada: Oh. OK. How long will I have to wear these diapers?

Misses Newell: Until it needs changing again.

Armada: How will you check to see if it needs to be changed or not?

Misses Newell: You will tell me hun.

Armada: Oh....OK. I saw three full trash cans inside that are full of diapers. Are you going to empty them into the daycare trash can on top of me?

Misses Newell: Probably just gonna take them straight out to the dumpster hun. There's a bunch of poopy diapers in the cans it smells horrible! Best if I just dump the poopies in the dumpster.

Misses Newell drags the heavy aluminum 32 gallon daycare trash cans, one by one over to the large 8 yard dumpster, takes the lid off the first can and then she grunts as she lifts the heavy, full can to the edge and then she turns it over, causing the load of wet and messy diapers to begin avalanching and spilling out and going into the dumpster, landing and settling on top of the other diapers and trash already inside. As the first can is emptied, she sets it down and then takes the lid off the second one and she lifts that heavy can up and empties the loads of diapers into the dumpster, spreading the load out as evenly as possible so to make sure there is enough room for more later. Once both cans were empty, she dragged the now empty cans back over to their spots, one by one, putting the locking lids back on. 

Armada: You.....would put the wet diapers in the daycare trash can and no messy ones?

Misses Newell: All diapers go into the cans wet and dirty.

Armada: What happened to my diapers that were just a little wet that you changed before you put me into the kitchen Compactor?

Misses Newell: They are in the full daycare trash cans.

Misses Newell puts a lot of baby power into Armada's diaper after removing the pile of used wipes. Then she pulled the front of his diaper up, and fastened the tapes. Then Misses Newell opened the Pink Luvs Deluxe Flower Print diaper for girls up, and she slid it underneath Armada's diapered bottom, pulled the front of the diaper up and then fastened the tapes.

Armada: (Misses Newell Helps Armada up to his feet and handing him his three diapers) What is happening now miss Newell? Oh. Are you going to empty diapers into the can I'm going into?

Misses Newell: One diaper at a time. No! Like I told you hun, I'm going to empty all the daycare cans.

Armada: So, When you put me in there, there won't be any....diapers in there? Please! Please! NOOOO! I don't wanna go in there with no diapers! the metal feels hot during the day and cold at night!
NO! please! don't make me go in there! PLEASE!!!! Pleeeeeease! don't put me in there with no diapers! (Misses Newell empties the can into the dumpster before varying the empty can back to where it was. Then she picks Armada up under his arms and puts him down inside the empty can)

Misses Newell: Well where do you want to go? I'm so confused hun, you don't want to go into the dumpster or the cans!

Armada: Well, why don't you choose for me then? Where are you going to put me miss Newell? (Miss Newell tosses Armada's diapers she took off into the can and they land at his feet.) WAAAIT! Don't put that lid ON!

Misses Newell: So? You made the decision?

Armada: Miss Newell, Where do YOU want me?

Misses Newell: I told you I don't care!

Armada: I am going to end up in the dumpster anyhow, so, it's your choice! You said trash doesn't get to choose where it gets tossed.

Misses Newell: Honestly? I don't care! Then, in the daycare trash can then. 

Armada: Miss Newell? How come I have to be disposed of? Do you.....have to put the lid on and lock it?


(Just from my bare nipples up are sticking out of the trash can now.)
Misses Newell doesn't answer and then puts the lid on, locks it before going back inside for the rest of the night.  The next day rolls around and morning comes...before misses Newell has enough diapers to bring out to the daycare trash can. The next afternoon, Misses Newell comes out to empty a diaper pail into the daycare trash can that Armada is in. She unlocks the lid and then takes it off, setting it aside.

Armada: (Wiping the sleep from his eyes) What is happening? May I have some cold milk pretty please?

Misses Newell: Whatever! I don't care!

Armada: But, But, you said I could! Hey! stop that! don't shove me down like that! NO! I don't like that! quit it! Miss Newell? Are you going to put all....of those diapers in here? Miss Newell? may I get a bottle of Milk to drink? Man! Those diapers.....stink!

Misses Newell: That's where the diapers go hun. Yes you can have a bottle of milk and what do you mean hun.

Armada: Miss Newell! The wetness and that slinky mess is going to get all over me! From the diapers that you are going to throw in here in a few.

Misses Newell: What stinky mess hun!!

Armada squats down inside the daycare trash can with his fat, crinkly Luvs Deluxe for boys and the Thick Pampers diaper over it, hanging down between his legs, as Misses Newell tosses in another four unrolled Luvs diapers, Four blue pin-striped Luvs Deluxe diapers, one wet, one messy, two Pink Flower-Print Luvs Deluxe diapers, both wet, into the daycare trash can. the diapers land on top of Armada's back with a thud and slide down with the sound of plastic sliding and crinkling. Armada doesn't look pleased.

Armada: Miss Newell? Do.....I have to be in here like this until it's time to be dumped into the dumpster? When it is time....will you crush me with that....thing you use?

Miss Newell empties some more diapers into the can. She then puts the lid back on, locks it and walks away. The can is now almost a quarter of the way full and there is still the white trash can that still needs to be emptied. The same trash can that Armada's slightly older doppelganger had been in for his disposal. The next morning, around 11 am, Misses Newell comes out to put six very soaked diapers into the daycare trash can. She lifts and unlocks the lid and sets it aside before she tosses each of the wet diapers in. First, the pink wet Luvs Deluxe for Girls diaper, then the Huggies for boys is tossed in, then the two sesame Street Pampers diapers, Then the Disney print Pampers diaper is tossed in. Armada wakes up and stirs inside the can with a groan or two. He realizes that someone is tossing diapers in and calls out to them. 

Armada: Misses Newell? Is....that YOU?



(Got to finish this section up so that it leads into the next one BELOW) 

The day before the daycare trash can is to be emptied into the dumpster, Misses Newell comes to empty six wet diapers, 2 Luvs Deluxe for boys, two wet Pampers, one wet Huggies diaper and a Luvs Deluxe for Girls with flowers printed on it. Misses Newell opens the can lid, and tosses the diapers in. She was about to put the lid back on when Armada called to her. 

Armada: Miss Newell, Miss Newell, WAAAIT! I need my diaper changed. Could you change me please? I would also like to have another bottle of Milk too please.

Misses Newell: That can be arranged hun.

Armada: Are you going to put me in that Huggies diaper AND that Luvs Deluxe for boys diaper? Miss Newell? Would you ever change me into any of these diapers from the trash can? Miss Newell? When is my last diaper change? Will I still get diaper changes when I go into the dumpster? When am I going into the dumpster? Miss Newell? My diaper is soaked! Are you going to change it or leave it wet? How much longer will I be in here? HEY! Can someone please change my wet diaper?

(Misses Newell comes over to the daycare trash can carrying one of these Disney Pampers diapers) Misses Newell opens the lid and reaches into the can to pull Armada out so she can change his soaking wet diaper.

Armada: Miss Newell? How long until my diapers and I get disposed of? How come I have to wear...this diaper and not my other ones with the blue stripes on them? This one looks really thick!

Armada looks up and sees misses Newell carrying three folded over wet Pampers Disney print diapers in her arms which she tosses in one at a time. Once each diaper is in the 32 gallon aluminum daycare can, misses Newell picks the lid back up and starts to put it back on, with Armada's legs still dangling over the right hand side of the can. The can is now half way full. It is Thursday and the day when it will be time to empty the daycare trash can Armada is in, is quickly approaching.  

Misses Newell puts the over filled 13 gallon trash can down and starts to pull Armada out of the can to change his soaking wet diaper. Misses Newell puts Armada down onto his feet and then she shakes the trash can some so that some of the diapers fall into the space where Armada had been. Then misses Newell picks Armada back up and lays him down on top of the diapers in the nearly half filled daycare trash can, onto his back, with his legs dangling over the edge.

Armada: How come you put me in the trash like...this? Miss Newell? The can is only half full! (Misses Newell pushes down on Armada who is covered with a lot of diapers now) UUUUH! UUUUH! Stop that! My diaper is buckling! I need my diaper changed! It's leaking! What kind of diaper will you put on me? What kind do you have? 

Armada: Hey! Do you....HAVE to put that open wet diaper over my face? I.... can't move my arms or hands to get it off! When are you going to take the diapers and I to the dumpster? Will you....take me out of here when you dump the can or will I still be in here? Hey! Quit packing me down! My legs won't fit in here! Are you going to put the lid on with my legs hanging over the can like this??

Misses Newell opens one of the wet diapers and lays it across Armada's face with the padding against his face. Then she piles on four more folded over wet diapers with lots of used wipes in them, on top of that diaper. Then she tosses in four rolled up messy diapers between between the little space that is Armada's legs, with his legs still dangling over the side of the daycare trash can. Armada's legs have fallen asleep now. He can't move them at all! 

Armada: Misses Newell? Hey...Misses Newell......I need a diaper change! can I get my diaper changed please? 

Misses Newell takes Armada out of the daycare trash can and gets him to lay on his back, on the cement in front of the trash can. She then takes two of the diapers from her back big pocket.

Misses Newell: Which diaper do you want to wear first hun?

Armada: Um.......How about....the boys one?

Misses Newell lays Armada down on the cement in front of the daycare trash can. Misses Newell unfastens the tapes on each side and pulls the front of the diaper down. Misses Newell pulls the other diaper that was caught inside, down and off and lays it aside.Misses Newell pulls the Pink Luvs Deluxe diaper with the baby wipes still inside, out from under Armada.Misses Newell opens the Blue, Striped Luvs Deluxe diaper for boys, and slides it under Armadas butt before she opened the wipes, took quite a few out, and began wiping Armada clean, dropping the used wipes into his clean diaper.
Misses Newell puts a lot of baby power into Armada's diaper after removing the pile of used wipes. Then she pulled the front of his diaper up, and fastened the tapes. 
Then Misses Newell takes the Disney Print Pampers diaper out, with the pink elastic waist band and begins to open it up, before lifting Armada up again, sliding the diaper underneath his already diapered bottom, before laying his diapered bottom into the second diaper. Then she pulled the front of the diaper up, laid it flat then began to fastened the tapes on each side. 

Armada: How long will I have to wear these diapers?

Misses Newell: ...............until it needs changing again.

Armada: (With Misses Newell Helping Armada up to his feet and handing him his three diapers) What is happening now miss Newell? Are you going to empty diapers into the can I'm going into?

Misses Newell: One diaper at a time.

Armada: Misses Newell? Why did you put this stinky diaper over my face?

Misses Newell: The shitty diaper is taped closed. that's where dirty diapers belong hun. 

Armada: Misses Newell? The can is almost full. Are you going to take the diapers out to the dumpster soon? Please? Wait! You..... aren't thinking about.....doing....what I think you are?

Misses Newell: What were you thinking?

Armada: That you are thinking about taking the diapers out to that dumpster and smashing them and I!
So....you...are going to take this can and I...out to that dumpster now?

Misses Newell: Yes.

Misses Newell tosses Armada's Wet, folded over diaper onto his chest, inside the daycare trash can. 

Armada:Wait! Are you....going to just....leave my wet diaper on my chest like this? Wait! Don't put all those diapers back on top of me!

Misses Newell: Just like you the diaper on your chest is trash now as well.

Armada: Misses Newell! Please! Don't put me into the dumpster! I promise.....I promise I will behave! Wait! I'm going to the stinky dumpster now? When does the trash get taken away?

Misses Newell: in 30 days.

Armada: (Nervously asking questions) Is the dumpster almost full? Where are my empty diaper boxes? My Luvs diaper boxes? Is....that....my....diaper bag you have around your shoulder?

Misses Newell: .......... in the dumpster and yes.

Armada: What are...you doing with my...diaper bag? It still has my clean diapers, powder, the zip lock bag of my wipes and baby bottles in it!

Misses Newell: Well I'm gonna use the wipes and powder and stuff but the rest goes into the dumpster!

Armada: My clean diapers? I know they had some koolaid spilled on them....they can still be worn!

Misses Newell then began to drag the can that Armada is in, over to the dumpster, across the backyard, through the back gate, past the fence and out to the back of the house where the dumpster is. Misses Newell unlocks the heavy lids of the dumpster, then lifts the first one up and flips it over to the backside. She then opens the second lid, lifts it then flips it over to the backside. Then she comes back to the can and then picks the can up and tilts it over to it's side forcing everything to spill out into the dumpster on top of all the other diapers. 

Armada: Whoah! Wait! no! Whoooooooooah! (Misses Newell tosses a few of the diapers into the dumpster first to lighten the load then she picks the can up and then tips it over to its side with Armada's legs dangling over the edge. Armada slides out and is immediately pummeled by all of the diapers that were below him)

Misses Newell: Oh sorry hun.........

Armada gets a bunch of diapers piled up over his head. Then, misses Newell goes back and grabs the second daycare trash can to empty as well as a couple of the 13 gallon cans from in the house.  

Misses Newell: Here comes more............

As Misses Newell dumps the second daycare trash can, the diapers tumble out and cover him nearly completely from the chest down. Then, as misses Newell picks the first tan 13 gallon can up, some loose wet, folded over diapers and pull-ups fall to the ground.

Misses Newell: Oops!

Armada: No! No more! Are...you going to...crush the diapers and I after this? Please....no!

Misses Newell: No.

Misses Newell dumps the fourth can in and the diapers are piled high above the edge of the dumpster on top of Armada. Armada now has diapers stuck to his by their tapes, sticking to his crotch and butt.

Misses Newell: You look so silly hun.....

Armada: When are you going to crush the diapers and I?

Misses Newell: When I feel like it.

Misses Newell moves some of the diapers around that are covering Armada. She moves a couple of the Pampers diapers over his head, which open up and drape with the padding facing his hair.

Armada: What if that is tomorrow?

Misses Newell: (holds her nose) It smells horrible in here!!!

Armada: How will I know that you are going to crush the diapers and I?

Misses Newell: You will hear the tractor.......... duh!

Armada: Now...I smell bad! Does this mean, that I have to stay in this diaper until the trash truck comes?

Misses Newell: No I will change you holding my nose of course.

Armada: Are you going to lock those heavy lids down? I have to be in here.....for 30 days misses Newell?

Misses Newell:  ..........or until I decide otherwise.

Armada: Wait....you... would take me out of here? What would you use me for?

Misses Newell: .............as help carrying diapers out.


Misses Newell reaches into the dumpster, rummages around until she finds one of Armada's slightly wet diapers. She grabs it, and then puts the diaper onto the ground then helps Armada out of the dumpster, down to his feet before helping him lie down on the ground.

Armada: Dirt is going to get into my diaper misses Newell......

Misses Newell: I don't care! You are trash and am lucky I'm doing this!

Armada:  So, will I have to stay in THESE diapers?

Misses Newell: I'll take the wet one off since it won't hold anymore (gags as she talk to Armada)

Armada:  If you hate how I smell....now...just wait til it's almost trash day! Do you think you'll be able to change me into my last diaper?

Misses Newell: I'll get thru it hun.

Armada: Daniel...looked at me as if he can't wait to take me to that...place to dump the trash!

Misses Newell: When was this?

Armada: When you took me out of the compactor and put me into the daycare trash can.

Misses Newell:  He's getting fed up hun.

Armada:  Why? Is..HE going to come take the trash and I early?

Misses Newell: No! Only when it's needed.

Misses Newell adds almost the entire bottle of baby powder to the semi wet diaper, after she wiped Armada with a lot of wipes, dropping each wipe into the diaper. She then pulls the front of the semi wet diaper up and refasten the tapes, snugly. Then she grabs the Luvs Deluxe diaper and slides it under Armada's diapered bottom. She then pulls the front of that diaper up and fastens the tapes. Misses Newell then helps Armada to his feet with a lot of loud crinkling and his bottom and waist looking bulky, she then lifts him up under his arms and literally tosses him back into the dumpster. Armada lands with his feet four inches from the front edge.

He then gets up onto his knees and hands then turns around so his head is laying against the front side. Just as he lays down, misses Newell dumps the first of four bathroom cans. The diapers fall all over his face, slide down to his chest and fall to either side. A few diapers slide down over his diapers and a couple fall between his legs.
The second can gets emptied in and Armada is further covered with rolled shitty diapers and folded over wet diapers. One of the wet diapers slides over his face with the wet padding against his skin of his face. The diapers slide, tumble and roll all over Armada's body! Some of the wetness gets all over him. Now the third can is emptied. More wet and rolled messy diapers slid, tumbled and rolled into the dumpster, onto the mounting pile growing near the front edge. The fourth small and overfilled can is emptied as the diapers mostly tumble between his legs. Then, misses Newell empties the first overfilled 32 gallon daycare trash can, banging the can on the edge to shake the stubborn diaper that had it's tapes stuck to the side of the can, loose. Now, a pile of diapers had formed on top of and around Armada, almost completely covering his body from chest to toe. Once the fist 32 gallon daycare trash can was empty, misses Newell picked up the second one and emptied it. The pile of diapers almost peaking over the front edge of the dumpster now. Once the second can was empty, she put it down and picked up the first of the four 13 gallon cans. Each can had been over filled with diapers. As she picked the black can up, four wet folded over diapers fell to the ground. Misses Newell emptied the can and then put the can down. She then picked the second can up and quickly emptied the diapers onto the mounting pile in the dumpster. Now, the only visible thing of Armada was his head which had several folded over wet diapers nearly covering his face. Misses Newell put the second can down and picked the third can up. She emptied it as quickly as she could,in her haste, two more wet diapers fell to the ground. After the third can was empty, misses Newell quickly emptied the fourth can and as soon as that can was empty....she put the can down, quickly bent over to pick the fallen wet diapers up, which she tossed in and they landed then slid down the mountain if diapers and came to rest against Armada's face. Misses Newell then walked around the dumpster, then flipped the first heavy lid closed and then she flipped the second one closed before locking the bar across with the padlock. The next morning, the warm sun came up and the smell of wet, and poopy diapers began to get worse as the sun continued to heat the dumpster and the contents inside. It wasn't until mid afternoon that misses Newell came out to the dumpster with another four cans full of diapers and some of Armada's clothes. Misses Newell also had Armada's second diaper bag around her shoulder. The bag had a quarter of a pack of The White Luvs diapers still inside of it. It also had four bottles still full of water, two Ziploc bags of wipes and a travel sized bottle of baby powder. Armada wondered what misses Newell was going to do with it.

Armada: Hey, what are you going to do with my other diaper bag Misses Newell? Are....those...my onesies and plastic lined shorts? Those look like my.....stained and ripped and snagged up white, blue, and baby blue onesies! How come they are being thrown away??!

Misses Newell:  Well, I would use everything that could be used.

Armada: You told me, that you don't like the plain white diapers. You told me you throw them away. Can't I at least WEAR them before they get thrown away?

Misses Newell just empties the diapers from the can into the dumpster then closes and re-locks the lids. 
She then goes back into the house. Over the next 4 days, misses Newell changes Armada's diapers once a day, allowing him to choose what diaper he gets to wear every four days or so. The rest of the time, Misses Newell just finds a diaper that is a little drier from the dumpster and uses that to change him into, since he is trash anyhow. 
Misses Newell has by now, used up all of Armada's clean Luvs Deluxe diapers that came in a cardboard box. All of the used diapers are now somewhere in the dumpster or about to come out to the dumpster from the daycare trash cans. Misses Newell had brought out at least six 32 gallon trash can loads worth of diapers to the dumpster, emptying them on top of Armada and elsewhere in the dumpster. Armada didn't like this one bit! He was stuck in the dumpster now, until misses Newell decided to use him to bring some diapers to the dumpster. Two days go by and Armada has been stuck in the dumpster without a diaper change or any milk or water. the first day, Armada laid in the dumpster and played with the drier semi wet diapers.....for lack of anything else to do. This sort of excited him. He liked the feel of the soft, silky materials inside the diapers. the wetness was beginning to take on a sweetness to it. He began to roll over onto his stomach and bury his face in the diaper's inner padding...smelling the wetness and the sweet baby powder/baby lotion scent mixed with pee that smelled oh so sweet to him now. With his soaking, leaking diapers sagging and bulging with wetness, he could do nothing other than lay there and enjoy the softness of the diapers around him. At the end of the now 12th day in the dumpster, misses Newell had four very full diaper trash cans, two large compactor bags full of crushed diapers, two bathroom trash cans full of diapers and..the rest of the remaining boxes of the wing-fold Pampers diapers that they had taken in from one of the other diapered trash that they had already disposed of in the burn barrel prior to the burn ban. 

Misses Newell needed some help bringing the boxes of the Pampers out to the dumpster as well as some help carrying the bathroom trash cans full of diapers. A parent had also dropped off some old boxes of generic store brand wing-fold diapers they found in their attic that they didn't want nor could they use....and they thought they could be used at the daycare. Misses Newell told the parent that the diapers were too thin and of no particular use at her daycare and would simply be disposed of. The parent was OK with this.....so...misses Newell added them to the trash pile on the porch that still needed brought to the dumpster. In total, there were six full boxes of these diapers to be disposed of, now stacked up on top of one another, the open box on the very top. Misses Newell comes to the dumpster, unlocks the padlock, removes the lid-lock bar then flips the lids back. Once the lids were opened, the smell was...tremendous! Trying hard not to gag, she picks up the black 13 gallon trash can....full of diapers and proceeds to empty the diapers into the dumpster. As she does, she sees Armada laying on his stomach, rocking back and forth as though he were about to cum into his diaper. 
Misses Newell gives Armada a strange look however understands his problem. Misses Newell had come to empty diaper trash and needed Armada's help. Misses Newell emptied the black trash can.......

 


then she put that can down.....and then picked up the white trash can and emptied it into the dumpster. The diapers tumbled and rolled out into the dumpster like a big diaper avalanche! some of the diapers covered Armada's diaper and fell between his legs. Armada now had a couple of the Luvs Deluxe diapers stuck to the back of the diaper he was wearing, the sticky tapes permanently stuck and the adhesives heated there......every time he moved around in the dumpster, his diaper would get a tape from some other diaper, stuck to his!
Armada continued until he did cum into his diaper. this relaxed him very much.
From all of the rolling and rubbing he had been doing, Armada now had streaks of poo and globs of wet diaper gels in his now matted hair and on his belly.
Misses Newell put the white can down and then went back over to the dumpster. She was going to ask Armada if he would help her get all of the Pampers boxes over to the dumpster and help carry a couple of the smaller bathroom cans while she carried the heavier compactor bags to the dumpster.

Misses Newell: Hey there Armada......would....you like to help me gather up all of the Pampers boxes that need to be brought here to the dumpster and help me carry some of the bathroom trash cans? It would be a big help.

Armada: Could I get a bottle of milk misses Newell and a banana please? I also need a diaper change. It's been since the last time you came to empty diapers.

Misses Newell: I don't see why not. I will change you after you bring the boxes of Pampers and the bathroom trash cans out here. I have a bottle of milk for you right here. (Take the bottle out of her back pocket and hands it to Armada, half gagging from the terrible smell.)

Misses Newell helps Armada out of the dumpster and notices that he has three other unrolled diapers hanging from the back and crotch of his diaper by their tapes.

Misses Newell: You look....ridiculous with all of those diapers stuck to your diaper like that!

Armada: I can't help it! I toss and turn and the tapes get stuck to my diaper like this! Do I....HAVE to walk around like this?

Misses Newell: Yes hun, I am afraid so. Let's go get those Pampers wing-fold boxes brought out here for disposal OK?

Misses Newell gets Armada to follow her to the house where she makes him wait on the back porch for her to bring out the ten boxes of Pampers wing-fold diapers to the porch, to stack them up so that Armada can bring them two by two to the dumpster.
Once all of the unopened boxes are stacked, Misses Newell hands two of the boxes to Armada to carry.

Misses Newell: Here hun, take these two boxes to the dumpster and then come back  to get more...OK?

Armada: Misses Newell?

Misses Newell: Yes hun?

Armada: How come all of these clean diapers still in the boxes are being thrown away? can't I wear some?

Misses Newell: These diapers are too thin hun and they leak. They are no good for use here at my daycare. If you want one, I can put one on ya if you want since you and the diapers are all going to the same place anyhow, it won't matter.

Armada: Could......I get one of these put on over one of my...other diapers?

Misses Newell: Which...other diapers hun?

Armada: Any diaper that you choose to put on me......

Misses Newell: If you want hun. Most likely I will be using one from the dumpster since we need the clean diapers here in my daycare. now take those first two boxes hun then come right back here...OK?

Armada takes the boxes over to the side of the dumpster, sets them down and then shuffles his feet as he begrudgingly walks back to the house to get two more boxes. Stopping near the stack of boxes, misses Newell hands him two more boxes and before turning to carry them to where he put the others, Armada turns to Misses Newell;

Armada: What is going to happen to the diapers and I after I get these to the dumpster?

Misses Newell: Well hun, you are going back into the dumpster and this afternoon, I am going to crush all of the diapers in the dumpster down so that we can fit more in. The dumpster looks like it's getting too full! Time to crush everything down!

Armada: But, BUT, BUT....WHY? What will happen to my diaper and I? Will....I....get crushed?

Misses Newell: Yes hun, you will. You will get wet, slimy diaper gels and poo all over you. It won't matter because you are trash!

Over the next half hour, Armada and misses Newell carry all of the boxes over to the side of the dumpster and then misses Newell hands Armada the first of two over filled backroom trash cans to carry over to the side of the dumpster. Armada takes the bathroom cans over and sets them down near the boxes of Pampers wing-fold diapers then shuffles back to the porch. Misses Newell has put out the over filled 13 gallon black trash can and the over filled white trash can full of wet and messy diapers. She then hands Armada an old laundry basket full of some of the old Pampers wing-fold that were loose when the box they were in, was open and they began to fall out everywhere, so she tossed them in the basket to take them out to the dumpster.

Armada carries the laundry basket while misses Newell carries both of the 13 gallon trash cans , a few of the diapers falling out along the way.

Misses Newell: (seeing the diapers fall out) DAMNED it! Armada? When you put that basket down, could....you go gather up the diapers that fell out and bring them all here please? Thanks hun.

Armada puts the laundry basket down and then reluctantly shuffles over to pick up all of the fallen diapers then he carries the large armload of the diapers over to the dumpster. With his arms still full of the diapers he picked up, misses Newell turns to him, takes the diapers a few at a time and tosses them into the dumpster. Then, she picks a diaper from the load of them in one of the 13 gallon trash cans that is slightly drier than the one he is wearing and motions for Armada to come over to her so that she can change his diaper.

Misses Newell: Come here hun, so I can change your... (gagging) diaper...OK?

Armada: how come I have to wear....THAT diaper? It still has wipes inside it!

Misses Newell: I know hun, it doesn't matter where the wipes are. You and they are all going into the same place. You are lucky that I am even doing this for you! At least THIS diaper is slightly drier than....the one you have on sweetie. 

Armada reluctantly lays down on the ground and misses Newell begins to wince from the smell as she unfastens the tapes holding Armada's diaper on. She quickly pulls the front of the diaper down, slides it out from underneath Armada and then she tosses it onto his chest along with all of the others that were also stuck to it. She then lifts Armada's bottom, slides the other diaper underneath then without removing the pile of used wipes, she pulls it up and fastens the tapes. Then, she stands up from her previous crouching position and then goes over to the laundry basket, selects one of the Pampers Wing-fold diapers, then comes back and returns to her crouching position.  

Misses Newell: Now hun, once I put this diaper on you, it's going to be....your last diaper. Are you sure you want this? 

Armada: Yes miss Newell! I want that diaper. 

Misses Newell then opens it up, pulls the wings out, lifts Armada's diapered bottom up and then slides the wing-fold diaper underneath him before pulling the front of the diaper up between his legs and fastening the tapes. Then, misses Newell stands Armada back up and then she picks him up under his arms and tosses him into the dumpster. 

Armada: NO! I don't LIKE it in here!!! I don't want to be in here any more! 

Misses Newell: TOUGH hun! You're trash....remember? We throw trash away! Once I am
done tossing all of this in there, it's going to be crushing time I'm afraid.

Armada: Wha.....What do....you MEAN miss Newell?

Misses Newell: OH.....you'll see.......

Armada: NO! PLEASE! NO! Please don't! I don't wanna be crushed! 

Misses Newell: TOUGH! You don't have a choice! We need more room to put some more trash and diapers in there!


Misses Newell then begins tossing the boxes of the Pampers Wing-fold diapers into the dumpster two boxes at a time until all of them are in the dumpster. Then misses Newell empties the two bathroom cans, then the two 13 gallon over-filled trash cans are emptied into the dumpster spilling out a large pile of loose wet, folded over and messy rolled diapers all over Armada near the front of the dumpster. Now Armada's head is completely covered with layer after layer of loose wet and messy diapers. Then, misses Newell takes the laundry basket full of the loose Pampers wing-fold diapers, and simply tosses it into the dumpster with the diapers still inside.
Misses Newell then lifts the heavy compactor trash bags that are full of compacted diapers and kitchen food scraps, as well as one diapered disposee in each bag, into the dumpster.
Once both bags are in the dumpster, she empties the white can of wet and messy diapers into the dumpster on top of Armada near the front of the dumpster.

Armada: Miss Newell! Miss Newell! I....can't MOVE!

Misses Newell: Sorry hun, it's just the way it has to be. trash goes into the dumpster. Besides, with what I'm about to do, you won't need to move anyhow!

Then, misses Newell moves all of the now empty cans back to where they all belong before coming back out, getting into the backhoe, starting it

up, then utilizing the switches and levers she maneuvers the backhoe over to the dumpster with the bucket (shovel part) raised just above the loads of diapers with Armada buried inside. She then stops with the large bucket in the front, raised above the loads in the dumpster. She then slowly lowers the large bucket down onto the diapers. The diapers wiggle, jiggle and wobble as the bucket begins to press harder and harder. Armada is feeling the pressure as the diapers above and below him become pressed against his face, around his entire head, making it hard for him to breath. His diaper is now bunched up with the pressures of the down forces as well as the equal recoil forces from underneath forcing diapers beneath him to be pressed against his back, bottom and legs. Misses Newell lifts the bucket once, then puts it back down again. She does this at least four times before she picks the bucket up the last time and then backs away from the dumpster to go put the backhoe where it was, just 10 feet away. She turns the engine back off, then hops out of the backhoe. 

then misses Newell walks to the back of he dumpster, flips the heavy metal lids down then she puts the lid lock bar across the lids then fastens and closes the pad-lock to keep animals and bums out and the trash in! She then goes back inside.
It's now nearly 5:30 pm, the daycare is almost ready to close.....except for a few of the toddlers still there that have mothers and fathers that work till 7.

A Mother and her 18 year old daughter who is as small as a 2 year old toddler, and she is wearing nothing but a onesie, and a set of cargo shorts with a pair of socks and a pair of old tattered canvas sneakers, comes to the daycare. Misses Newell opens the door and sees them. she invites them both to come in. The mother and Misses Newell go into her office to talk. After about 35 minutes, Misses Newell and the mother come out of the office, the mother paid misses Newell $7,500 to dispose of their daughter that was costing them too much money in diapers as well as not developing the way she should physically with no chance of her ever being any different. The doctors had told the mother that their daughter had less than 6 months left to live...if she lived that long. The Mother told Misses Newell that she had purchased a LOT of different types of diapers, trying to see which ones worked best. She was stuck with all of the diapers she had. She had 5 boxes of Ultra Pampers with the Blue Waist shield diapers, one box opened,

...5 boxes of Luvs baby Pants diapers, one box opened,

and four boxes of Kleenex Huggies diapers, one of the boxes opened and four of the diapers used already. (One of the four, the girl is wearing now.)

The Mother tells misses Newell that she wants any of the left-over diapers, to be disposed of, clean or not.

Martha: DO what you want with the left-over diapers. I'd prefer that they all get disposed of with Lexi when it's time for her disposal. Now, tell me once more how she and the diapers are going to be disposed of?

Misses Newell: Well, to be honest, my husband and I just started our own diaper collection route. ALL of the diapers along the route which he collects, are from the daycares, homes and such. My husband goes along the residential route part, collecting diapers and the unwanted diapered trash that is put out to the curb. ALL of the diapers in each load, are taken to a Waste-To-Energy plant with whom we have a contract with. They take the diapers and use them to generate electricity with. Here at our daycare, the diapers get taken to the Waste-to-Energy plant and they are all burned. It may take a week or more, or they take the diapers right away. Do you want your diapered one to be...compacted in our kitchen compactor for disposal or would you prefer that we take her out to the daycare trash cans like we do with some of the diapers?

Martha: HMMMM! I would like her to go into the compactor actually. She is an extremely heavy wetter and her diapers leak regardless of how thick they are.

Misses Newell: OK, WILL do.... did you say you preferred that we dispose of the left-over diapers clean or not?

Martha: Yes, I did. The diapers are a little older than we thought....the tapes rip the plastic backing when you try to take the diaper off. If the diaper is wet, it doesn't matter. It's when the diaper isn't wet, that we don't like wasting the diapers. Since there is no way of fixing this, we prefer that the diapers get thrown away.

Misses Newell: OH...I...SEE.....Gotcha! I will see to it that the left-over diapers get disposed of, clean or not.

Just then, someone came in carrying some bags of LUVS diapers from 2017 that had been bought by a daycare that closed. there were over 10 bags of the LUVS diapers in sizes 3, 4, 5, 6. The man told misses Newell that he had to donate and run....and that he has a long route ahead of him. Misses Newell thanked the man as he left.
Martha looked at misses Newell with a puzzled look on her face.

Misses Newell: He is one of the men that gives our daycare diapers sometimes when he gets a lot of them. My husband met him while working for one of the trash companies.

Martha: OH...OK....Good that you have that. I would hate to have to buy diapers in all of the sizes, that can get very expensive! Now, how many days does my daughter get in the daycare before she will be disposed of? can I pay you for say....a week? I want to have her thrown away with her own diapers.....can you make that happen?

Misses Newell: I...I...guess. We usually dispose of them when their diapers are wet. Do you want me to give her one last diaper right before she gets thrown away or should we wait until her diaper is wet before we throw her away?

Martha: Throw her away after her diaper is wet.

Misses Newell marks that option on the form as well as marking the option for disposing of the clean diapers in the "NOTES" box and the week time-frame before being disposed of.

Misses Newell: Certainly. We will do that.

Martha Pays Misses Newell an extra $250 cash then she turns to her daughter and crouches down so that she can look her daughter in her eyes as she tells her that she is being left with misses Newell to be thrown away.

Martha: (To her daughter Lexi) Lexi baby.....You are going to stay here with misses Newell and her husband at this daycare. I won't be coming back for you. You now belong to Misses Newell. In a month, they are going to throw you and what is left of your diapers away in the trash. I'm sorry baby....mommy has to do this! We can't afford to diaper you! It takes too much money to keep buying diapers for you. Your doctor suggested that we bring you here since you don't have that long to live anyhow. You do what misses Newell and her husband tell you to...OK?

Lexi: (Starting to cry) MOOOOOMY! Why...are you....leaving me??????
Don't go!

Martha: Misses Newell and her husband own you now. You have to stay here now, with them. Misses Newell is your new mommy. She is going to change your diapers and dress you until it's time to throw your diapers and you away.

Lexi: How come I am being thrown away?

Martha: Well, we can't afford to take care of you any more. ALL of those diapers you need, cost too much. Switching between The new and old Luvs diapers is expensive! Misses Newell will make sure that you are thrown away when it's time. I have to finish bringing your stuff in and then I have to go. Bye Lexi.

Martha brings all of Lexi's clothing, the large amount of New Luvs and the OLD Luvs diapers into the house in large black trash bags, leaving them near the entrance to the daycare.
Then Martha leaves and never returns. Misses Newell comes over to Lexi to introduce herself to her.

Misses Newell: Hi, I am misses Newell. You're Lexi right?

Lexi: Yes, that's my name.

Misses Newell: I am going to be taking care of you for a while until it's time for your disposal.

Lexi: What happens to my diaper and I when we are disposed of?

Misses Newell: Well, you will go to one of three places...either the kitchen compactor, one of the trash cans full of diapers in here, or the daycare trash cans outside on the porch until it's time to take the trash out.

Lexi: Do I get to have my diaper changed once I am thrown away?

Misses Newell: No, hon, you won't.In fact, you will be thrown away when your diaper is wet.







It was 5:30 am Tuesday and it was a warm morning on this day in June when Daniel came to empty the trash at his wife's Daycare, the day before trash collection day, and Armada woke up where I had been staying for the last 29 days, the dumpster. Misses Newell came out to the full and now packed down dumpster to empty the two full 32 gallon daycare diaper trash cans and two of the 16 gallon cans from inside the daycare.

Armada: When is the trash truck coming?

Misses Newell: Sometime in tomorrow morning. 

Armada: WAIT! HOLD...ON! Does...that mean that I am going to be....left at...that...what...do....you...call...that place????

Misses Newell: Which? The Waste-to-energy plant? Yes, that is where you are going today! I will be out here to watch as my husband dumps you and the diapers into his truck. I'm afraid it's time to close and re-lock the lids now. This is going to be our final time......bye bye Armada.

 Once all of the cans were emptied, misses Newell went back inside, not caring what happened to Armada. It was...after all, trash pick-up day today. Armada was going to find out what it was like to be dumped into Daniel's large, hungry front loading trash truck beast!
Misses Newell comes out to the back near the dumpster and sees Daniel's front end loader trash truck coming towards the dumpster. Misses Newell had come out to watch Daniel empty the dumpster. 

At around 5:30 am,  Armada is getting excited......anxious......as Daniel pulls up to the dumpster Armada is in with his large, blue and white front-end loader trash truck with a baby in a diaper on the side! 

Armada can hear the sound of the loud diesel engine coming closer and closer. The truck stops, the sound of the door closing was hear as the engine idles. Daniel gets out to unlock the lid lock bar holding the lids down. Daniel unlocks the pad lock, removes the lid lock bar, then flips the two heavy metal lids back exposing the stinky load of Armada and the diapers.
Armada was laying there, on top of a lot of the loose, wet and messy disposable diapers, there were 23 packages of my left-over clean wing-fold diapers scattered around inside the dumpster and Armada had a bunch of his wet diapers dumped in on top of him by misses Newell. Armada's head was showing from underneath the pile of diapers on top of him so that he could see what was happening.
Daniel pulled forward, inserting the forks on each side of the dumpster. He looked RIGHT at Armada from inside the cab through the driver's side window as he began to pick the dumpster up and tilt it some. He saw that Armada was wearing one of the wing-fold diapers.

Daniel Newell: It's.....trash truck time son! The next place you will see, is the Waste-To-Energy Plant! In ya GOOO! 

He didn't care though. He just looked at him as the dumpster went up above the cab. As the dumpster began to tip over, the first of the diapers and Armada fell out as the avalanche of diapers and the bags of diapers from the kitchen compactor fell in on top of Armada inside the hopper. Daniel Newell banged the can a few times and then the dumpster went back down.Then Daniel Newell backed up and then pulled forward to insert the forks into the second dumpster that also had more of Armada's diapers in it.
As he did, he started the compactor!

Armada: WHOOOOA! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! THUMP! Crinkle, Crinkle, Crinkle! (Armada tumbles out and onto some bags of diapers and get completely pummeled by the bags and his own loose diapers!. Armada is Partly on the top of the blade and above it!)

Armada: WAIT! WAIT! NOOOO! Don't compact...me...AGAIN!!! WAIIIT! UUUUUUUUUH! MY....DIAPERS!!!!! UUUUUH! (Armada rises up with a pile of diapers underneath him as the load is being compacted. Armada falls back down as the blade retracts. Daniel Newell starts the compactor yet a...gain as he removed the forks and backed up to go to the next daycare.) 


Armada: HEY! NO! WAIT! NOT...a..GAIN! Can't we...WAIT???? AWE...MAN!!!! Do I HAVE...to be packed....A...GAIN???? My diaper is getting smashed against my ass and I am having my FACE forced against the trash bags!!! OOOOUMF!!!!

Armada: WHOOOOOA!!! WHOOOOOOOOOA!!!!! SHIIIIIT! (Armada and the diapers begin shifting around inside the dumpster..... )

Then, as Daniel Newell backs out to the street, and then starts out to the next daycare, he keeps running the compactor! The compactor runs 4 times before the next dumpster is dumped!

Armada: OH! What the HELL! He is just running another cycle....JUST to be MEAN!!! UUUUUUUUUUUH!!!!!!

The second cycle starts...

Armada: UUUH! Haven't I been compacted...ENOUGH yet????


The third compactor cycle begins right after the last one......

Armada: OH....COME....ON! do I...HAVE to be compacted THIS many times????


The fourth cycle begins..........

Armada: MY....DIAPER man!!! It's being SMASHED against my ass! I have wet diapers sticking to me and my diaper!!!! I think I JUST wet my diaper again too! (I am forced to do a face-plant into the padding of one of my wet diapers and a large bag of trash!!! )

Then the compactor stops and retracts. The truck is still in motion and a breeze is blowing into the hopper as the truck drives.

Armada: BRRRRR! It's cold back here!!! WHERE are we????

Armada: UUUUH! OH MAN! Armada sits up with his feet facing the rear of the truck quickly as the compactor blade he is sitting on, suddenly begins to slide forward!

Armada: AH! MAN! MAN! AH! CRAP! NOT...A...GAIN! MY diaper! I don't wanna be crushed agaiN! NOOOO! PLEASE! PLEASE! NO! UUUUUH!

As the trash and Armada's diapers Rise, so does Armada once again!

Armada: UUUUH! THIS is NOT what I meant by #RiseandShine! I'd be #HARDPRESSED to do THIS again! I guess he is just #PackingThingsUp for the journey!


(The compactor blade forces me to do a face-plant into a bunch of his diapers, and some of the trash bags) as his diaper continues to buckle up between Armada's legs and as it gets pressed against his ass with an unopened pack pressing up against his diaper around his waistband elastics in the back!)


Armada: UUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUUUUUH!

A sigh of relief after the compactor begins to retract.

A little disoriented, but still alive.....Armada is laying there on top of the compactor blade......realizing that there is another dumpster coming!
The Truck has stopped, the forks were inserted, and Daniel had got out to unlock the lid-lock bar before getting back into the cab, raising the full dumpster and dumping all of the next daycare's loads of diapers into the hopper! Armada was covered and laying on loose rolled and unrolled loose wet and messy diapers. 
Armada gets a bunch of the bags, a bunch of his own loose diapers, and more trash dumped on top of him, which covers me almost completely! The first of the bags of diapers land in his lap, hit him on the head (BOP!) while the avalanche of wet, dripping trash continues to spill out, Armada's diaper and his hair gets wet! Armada throws the loose diapers off of him then stands up only to have
one of the lids bumps Armada and brushes across Armada's body. Armada is laying there, feet facing towards the back of the truck.....he is looking upwards to see if there are any more dumpsters coming......As Daniel backs the truck up, the branches scrape across Armada's body and across the trash. Armada is thinking that there won't be another compactor cycle until the next daycare!

Armada: WHEW!

Then, as Daniel Newell backs out to the street, and then starts out to the next stop, he keeps running the compactor! The compactor runs 4 times before the next dumpster is dumped!
As the bag Armada is on, rises, his legs begin to fold up against his thighs and he ends up doing yet another face-plant into more bags and more diapers! The cardboard box ends up having one of it's flaps being shoved against the back of his diaper!  Armada sees some wet diapers laying there being forced upwards! Armada watches as his OWN diaper gets buckled.

 Armada: AH! COME ON! AGAIN????? WHY! Haven't my diapers and I had ENOUGH compacting yet????

(Armada's diaper begins to burst some at the back!)

Armada: UUUUH! MY diaper ripped! I wanna Change now! Can we stop packing long enough (UUUUUUUUUH!!!!!!!! Packer retracts) so I can...Change????

 As the packer retracts, Armada falls back onto the top of the blade! His diaper gets stuck to something on it along with that bag!

Armada: MAN! I bet HE just wants to make sure that I get PLENTY of compacting before the next stop! I bet he is wondering if my diaper has popped yet! AH! COME ON! Is THIS the "EXTRA Packing cycles you promised me????" MAN! My POOR diapers!!!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!!! SHIIIIIIIIIT! UUUUUUUUUUH!

Armada is grunting hard this time!

As the packer blade retracts, a HUGE sigh of relief comes over Armada!

Armada: WHY did THAT one LAST so long???? (Armada falls back down onto some of my buckled up, bursting packs of diapers, some diapers and trash bags!)


Back at Misses Newell’s Daycare, Misses Newell was getting Lexi to help put all of her boxes and bags full of diapers away. Misses Newell noticed that Lexi needed to have her diaper changed.
 

Misses Newell: (To Lexi, guiding her over to the changing table thing laying across her play-pen) Looks like you need your diaper changed sweetie. Come over here and let me change you.
Lexi: OK Miss Newell.
Misses Newell guides Lexi over to the changing table thing then has Lexi stand for a minute while she takes her shorts down and helps her step out of them. Then she takes both shoes off and leaves them where the shorts are. Then Misses Newell begins to reach down, unfastening each of the buttons in the crotch of Lexi’s old onesie that has been leaked in. Misses Newell takes the onesie off and tosses it into the pile of clothes before helping Lexi up and onto the changing table stretching across Lexi’s Play-Pen.
Misses Newell: (Laying Lexi down onto her back.) That’s a girl. Now, I will have you in a nice, fresh diaper in a few minutes.

Lexi: (As misses Newell unfastens the tapes and pulls her diaper down.) What are you doing with my wet diapers?
Misses Newell: (Taking out a couple of wipes to use) I am going to put them all into your play pen hon.
Lexi: (Getting wiped by misses Newell) Why?
Misses Newell: (Dropping the used wipe into the padding of Lexi’s diaper and getting another one) Well, we are going to throw your play-pen away when it’s time for your disposal. It can serve as a place to keep you and your wet and dirty diapers until it’s time to go into the trash can.

Lexi: What….are some of the packs of my disposable diapers doing in the…cleaning closet? I KNOW my mom brought a lot of packs and boxes of diapers, and how are you going to use them all up on me in how long?
Misses Newell: Thirty days hon. You will be going into the trash can with your diapers two days before trash day. If I decide that you need to go into our kitchen compactor, you will go in there four days before trash day with your diapers.
Misses Newell uses the wipe around Lexi’s bottom and then drops it into the padding of her wet diaper. Then Misses Newell folds the wet diaper over and then pulls it out from under Lexi, setting it down next to her. Then, misses Newell goes over to the Diaper Pantry, and sees a few Pink vintage Luvs Deluxe diapers and she takes one and brings it over to use on Lexi, opening the diaper’s back wings first then the front ones as she approached Lexi laying on the table.  As Misses Newell Lifted Lexi’s bottom, she noticed some minor rash on Lexi’s right side of her butt cheek. Misses Newell slides the diaper under Lexi and then puts Lexi down onto the padding. Misses Newell then shakes some baby powder into her diaper and all over her diapering areas before setting the baby powder bottle down and then pulling the diaper up between her legs smoothing the wings into place, then pulling the tapes over to the front landing panel that has prints on it. Once the diaper was fastened, Misses Newell helped Lexi sit up while Misses Newell went to get one of her other onesies from her clothing diaper bag. Misses Newell returns with the onesie ready to pull over Lexi’s head. Once the onesie is over her head, misses Newell pulls it down then helps Lexi down from the changing table so that she could fasten the snaps in the crotch. Once she was done, misses Newell gave Lexi a bottle of milk before ushering her over to some toys.
Misses Newell: OK Lexi, ALL….done. Now, go play for a bit until it is snack time. I will come check your diaper every hour to see if it needs to be changed.






Meanwhile, back in the hopper of Daniel’s diaper collection truck………..

Armada settles in for a few seconds, looks around and wonders where the heck we are right now! Armada scrambles up to the top of the blade to try to look out to see where we are! The slick and smooth surfaces make it difficult to get to see where we are though! Armada settles back onto his back, laying with his feet facing the back of the truck once again.

Armada: The metal is really cold! I wonder if I should have worn a onesie over my diaper!!!! It SURE IS bumpy back here!!!!! Where are we??? Are we there yet????

BRRRRR! (Shivering!!!)

Goosebumps riddle my body as my damp body and diaper have wind blown across them!

Armada: OH MAN! HERE....we go again!!!!

The loads of loose and bagged wet and messy diapers and cardboard diaper boxes fall down and landed on Armada, knocking him back onto his back, laying on the top of the compactor blade!!! A bunch of the bags land in his lap and fall in front of him! The box falls and bumps him then stops as it comes to a rest. Suddenly, the forces of the falling avalanche of diapers knock Armada off the top of the blade and onto the hopper floor with his arms out to catch himself.  Some heavy black trash bag lands on Armada’s head and comes to rest on his chest! SUDDENLY, a bunch of white, plastic trash bags full of more diapers and some full of wet diapers, some full of just messy diapers, fall down into the hopper hitting Armada all over his body. Armada was momentarily knocked out by the force of the falling bags. JUST as Armada was regaining consciousness, he noticed that another dumpster had just been emptied. As the dumpster goes back down...... Armada is struggling to get back up onto the top of the compactor blade before Daniel starts it! Armada starts throwing the bags off him, trying to move the white, plastic storage bags off him but he keeps falling back down onto his soggy diapered butt!

As the truck backs up some, Armada falls back onto his soggy diapered butt again, landing on the black plastic bag!

Armada: UUUUH! UUUH! I can't seem to be able to get back on the blade!!!! UUUH! I KNOW he about to start it!!! HERE.....we...GO again!!!! UUUUUH! My POOR diaper!!!

The packer blade slides Armada across the smooth, cold, wet hopper floor with his feet facing out ahead of him and towards the right side of the truck! The compactor relentlessly advances!!!! I can feel the black plastic bag that I am being forced against, beginning to give way to my shape as it fills the gaps around my right side! One of my tapes comes unfastened and then sticks to something!

Armada: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!

As the compactor retracts, Armada falls back onto his back and to his left as the truck drives over lots of bumps! Armada tries to quickly stand up but he once again fall back down onto his diapered butt!

Armada: UUUUH! MORE???? OH! He really IS...giving me those EXTRA COMPACTOR cycles!!!! He is probably giggling in the cab!!!! AH! MAN!!!

Armada gets knocked down again but this time, Armada falls to his right side just as the compactor blade forces him to be crushed into the bags and the cardboard boxes!!!! Armada can't breathe for a few seconds but he knows that it will soon retract again!

Armada: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUH! Armada grunts!

Armada breathes....a sigh of relief as the blade retracts! He turns his head to look up to see where everything is and what is happening......Armada attempts to sit up onto his butt and then try to stand........so that he can try to get back on top of the compactor blade! He gets knocked back down onto his soggy diapered butt by the loads of diapers being dumped into the hopper! Armada falls back onto his diapered butt while bags and loads and loads of loose wet, rolled and unrolled diapers hit him, as they fall and tumble into the hopper! The Truck backs up some then it begins to travel again. Turn after turn and about ten minutes later, the truck slows down again then stops. The forks lift another full Daycare dumpster up and as the dumpster rose into view, Armada was preparing to get pummeled again with large white and black trash bags filled with wet and messy diapers as well as all of the loose diapers in the load. Something super wet and sticky not to mention stinky is all over him, one of the bags had burst and some of the diapers are now being forced inside the waistband of his diaper!!!!

Armada: UUUUH! Here...we...GO again!!!! There is NO way that I can get up onto that...blade now! There is too much trash in here now!!!! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!

Armada begins sliding across the floor on top of one of the black trash bags before being forcefully crushed! Armada is JUST high enough to be slightly above the edge of the blade though.....but he still ends up doing a face-plant into a white bag full of wet diapers and some of the trash bags and loose diapers from the current and last stops!

As Daniel Newell Drives the trash truck to the next daycare the nearly four to five miles away, he continually runs the compactor to be sure there is enough room in the packer container for the next load. The next daycare has not one, two….large dumpsters that are full of loose and bagged diapers. Daniel pulls up to the side of the daycare and forks the first dumpster. The Dumpster then rises and begins to tip over. Suddenly, the next load of trash is dumped in and everything is getting wetter and wetter now! Armada’s diaper is soaked! It is filthy and grungy now! Armada has been covered with all sorts of weird liquids and some of them are sticky and cold! The bags of diapers as well as loose wet and messy diapers fall in, stinking to hell! Some rush of some white, thick and slimy GOO comes splashing down into the hopper, and it runs across the floor and gets right into Armada’s diaper!!!!

Armada: UUUUUH! UHHHH! UUUUH! What is HAPPENING!!!

Suddenly, the trash gets pressed down hard and a bunch of the bags are now resting up against Armada’s diapered butt near the center of the load where he is!

Armada: HEY! HEEEEY! What is happening????? UUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUH!

Four of the bags get pressed against Armada and knock him down onto his stomach so that he is lying with his feet facing to the right of the truck and his head is facing the left! The bags roll and crinkle as they are crushed against him!

Armada: UUUUH! UUUUH! UUUH! UUUUUUUUUUH! YUCK! What is that that is dripping into my diaper's leg elastics????? EEEEW! I am all WET again!!!!!

The compactor blade advances again and again, first the two half-pack cycles, then two three quarter cycles before the final hard pack cycle! Armada grunts HARD as he is crushed hard against one of the bags that bursts, that has a bunch of his now filthy dirty, once clean disposable diapers in it! The truck drives to the next daycare. By Now, The diapers in the packer container, are nearly reaching ¾ of the way to the front of the truck’s hopper area meaning that in just two more stops, it will be time to take the packed out loads to the Waste-To-Energy Plant.

Daniel Keeps Cycling the compactor as he drives knowing that there is very little room back there left until he has to make a run to the WTE plant. 15 minutes of driving later, Daniel pulls into a parking lot with two daycares in it. Each daycare has two full dumpsters of diapers that need emptied. He pulls up to the first of two dumpsters at the first daycare and forks the dumpster. He raises the dumpster and tips the load of loose wet and messy diapers into the hopper. Then he lowers the dumpster and then backs up. He then pulls forward, forks the second dumpster and then raises it before tipping the load of bagged and loose diapers into the hopper on top of the first load. He then bangs the can before lowering it. As the dumpster goes back down, Daniel starts the compactor. He runs the first of two half-pack cycles before running two full pack cycles JUST….to make sure the loads get plenty of packing! Then as the compactor retracts, Daniel backs up, then drives to the second daycare. By NOW, Armada is pinned between large loads of bagged and loose wet and messy diapers. Some of the diapers are still clean that some of the daycares threw away. Daniel pulls up to the first dumpster and has to get out to unlock the lid locks on the two dumpsters before he can empty them. Once he has done that 6 minutes later, he gets back in, restarts the truck that automatically shut off, then pulls forward, with the forks in line with the slots on each side of the dumpster.

Daniel Forks the dumpster and then raises it before tipping it over causing all of the bagged and loose wet, messy and some unused clean Huggies diapers to spill out into the hopper. Daniel Runs the compactor a bunch of times! First…he runs four half-pack cycles due to the extremely large load of diapers in the hopper, rising and falling as the packer moves back and forth! Then once the diapers seem to pack rather than rise, he begins running the first of four full pack cycles. By now, Armada is smashed between lots and lots of loose and bagged diapers. With the compactor forcing itself against the loads of diapers, The diapers surrounding Armada are getting tighter and tighter as they press harder and harder against his body all around him! For a few seconds, he can’t breathe! Then the compactor retracts and the pressure releases some. Some of the diapers fall and slide back into the hopper. Then Daniel empties the load from the first daycare dumpster into the hopper. He bangs the can before lowering the dumpster. He then backs up, then pulls forward again, forking the second dumpster. He raises the forks and the dumpster over the cab, the dumpster tips over as the lids swing back. The loads of bagged and loose diapers avalanche into the hopper before Daniel bangs the second dumpster. Then he lowers the dumpster and then backs away, raising the forks. Now, we are driving again. Daniel runs constant compactor cycles as he drives to the WTE plant. Approximately 45 minutes later, Daniel drives into the waste-to-energy plant, waits in a short line to get onto the scales. After an approximate ten minute wait, he pulls up onto the scales. He mentions that he has a diapered piece of trash in the load. The scale-house woman calls to the director. The director answers;

Waste-To-Energy Plant Director: This is Director Jason…

Scale-House Woman Worker: Hi, yes…director, I have an equipment operator who says he has some diapered trash in his load……should…we accept that?

Waste-To-Energy Plant Director: yes, sure. Have him pull around and dump his load on the tipping floor. I will have some one come and look that over. I will decide then. Let him through.

Scale-House Woman Worker: Yes sir. Will…do. Thanks.

She hangs up and lets Daniel punch in his codes on the keypad near the scale and then she give Daniel a ticket.

Scale-House Woman Worker: Please pull around and dump your load in an area that is clear. The director wants to take a look at this …”diapered trash first”

Daniel Newell: (Leaning out of the cab window) SURE ma’am. Will do. Thank you……

Daniel pulls the Front-End loader trash truck off the scales and down the short dirt road to the large building with large cement floors used to dump truck-loads of trash onto before they get scraped and moved into the large pile in a pit. Daniel backs up slowly to an area where he had been directed. The flagger directs Daniel to go ahead and begin dumping his loads of diapers onto the tipping floor. Daniel raises the tailgate of the trash truck, and then he starts the ejection cycles of the compactor. The large, compacted loads of diapers begin to fall out onto the tipping floor of the WTE plant. As the piles gets too big, Daniel inches forward some continuing the ejection of the loads with the packer in ejection mode. Once ALL of the diapers have been fully ejected onto the tipping floor, Daniel pulls forward just enough that he can close and relock the tailgate of the trash truck. He then puts the truck in park and shuts the engine off. He then gets out of the cab and walks over to the largest pile of diapers anyone has seen in a while.

Tipping Floor Worker: Hi there, I was told that you have a piece of ….(looking down at his clipboard) “Diapered…..trash?” I am supposed to look at it to see if we can accept it.

Daniel Newell: SURE….go right ahead.

Tipping Floor Worker: (Moving large amounts of diapers around before he sees Armada squished between piles of loose and bagged diapers wearing nothing but a diaper. Armada is conscious and awake, just didn’t want to move so that he wouldn’t get cold!) AH! FOUND it! Looks like he is….still alive! I was told to take him over to the scale-house, have him…weighed then bring him back. Once he is back….he can go right back in the load. We will take him after….we weigh him.

Daniel Newell: OK…sounds…good. UM…I’m going to have a lot more of this type of thing brought here. Will the plant need to…weigh…each one?

Tipping Floor Worker: I….don’t know…let me check….

The Tipping Floor worker calls on his radio to the director whom answers. He tells the director that Daniel is going to have a lot more of this “type of trash” brought here. Could they accept them?

The Director comes back on the radio and says yes that they may bring that type of trash

to the plant. He checked the waste rejection list and that type of trash wasn’t listed on it.

Daniel Newell nods in agreement and shakes the Tipping Floor worker’s hands. Daniel is instructed to wait until Armada is brought back from being weighed.

The Tipping Floor worker picks Armada up and carries him out of the tipping area and back out to the scale-house as instructed, to have him weighed. The Tipping floor worker walks into the scale-house carrying Armada whom is very, very dirty and sticky. He is wearing two diapers that look as though they had been through all kinds of hell!

The scale-house worker prepares a scale that is used to weigh boxes and such for Armada to lay upon once a box is on it. The Scale-house worker woman puts the empty box down onto the scale then she takes Armada from the tipping floor worker and puts him into the box, laying on his back, with his legs dangling over one of the edges. She then reads the weight, records it on sheet of paper then she rips a pink copy out from under the white copy and hands the pink copy to the tipping floor worker with instructions to give the pink copy to Daniel. 

Then the Scale-house worker woman picks Armada up and hands him back to the tipping floor worker with the paperwork.

Armada: HEY! What was THAT for?

Tipping Floor Worker: OH, that was done because we now own you and  we are going to convert you and your diapers into electrical energy. How would you like to do that for us?

Armada: NOOOO! WAAAAAIT! I…..I…Don’t WANNA do that!! NOOOO! STOP! Let me GO! PLEAAAAASE!

Tipping Floor Worker: (Carrying Armada into the building) NOPE! Sorry boy! It’s time….to get back in the load of dirty diaper trash and wait to see if they take you…NOW or save you and the load for another day.

The Tipping Floor worker tosses Armada back into the large pile of diapers and he tumbles back down near the base coming to rest on his tummy, sprawled out with his arms out over his head. Then the Tipping floor worker goes over to Daniel to give him the pink copy before he shakes his hand and Daniel walks back to his now empty truck and goes back to finish his route. 

Meanwhile…back at Misses Newell’s home daycare…..

Snack-time has just ended. As promised, Misses Newell sets out to change over 6 diapers that are wet, including Lexi’s.

Misses Newell: OK little ones…it’s Diaper…changing tiiime! OK Lexi? You are going first. Which one of your diapers would you like to wear this time? I have….your….Luvs Baby Pants, your…..Huggies, Or your…..Ultra Pampers with the Blue Waist shield? Which ones do you want?

Lexi: I want…….The Luvs Miss Newell!

Misses Newell takes one of the Luvs baby Pants from the cardboard box packaging and then goes and gets some baby powder and some baby wipes to use on Lexi.

Misses Newell lays Lexi down on her back, unfastens the snaps in her onesie, then flips the flaps back and then tucks the back flaps under Lexi as she then begins to unfasten the tapes holding Lexi’s wet diaper on. Once the tapes were off, misses Newell used a lot of baby wipes to wipe Lexi’s diapering areas clean, dropping the used wipes into the wet diaper. Then Misses Newell folded the wet diaper over with the wipes inside and set it aside. Then Misses Newell opened up the Luvs Baby Pants thick diaper and then slid the clean, fresh diaper under Lexi. Once Lexi had the diaper under her, Misses Newell then shook a lot of baby powder into her diaper and onto her before pulling the front of the diaper up between her legs and then smoothing the wings as she fastened the tapes.

Then, grabbing the two flaps of Lexi’s onesie, misses Newell began to roll the onesie up and then over Lexi’s head to get the wet, leaked-in onesie off of her so that she could get another clean and drier onesie on her.

Misses Newell then wadded the wet old onesie up and then went to go pick up Lexi’s folded over wet diaper. As Misses Newell stood up and walked over to Lexi’s play-pen to drop the diaper in, Lexi wondered what Misses Newell was going to do with her onesie.

Lexi: Misses Newell? What….are you going to do….with my…wet onesie?

Misses Newell: I….haven’t decided yet. I might….put it and later on, YOU into our…washing machine, OR…I might use it to….clean some things……why?
































 

(To be used later on.....) 

It was a balmy Sunday morning when a distraught mother called Misses Newell on the phone to ask her if she could bring her 18 year old midget son in diapers 24/7, to the daycare for disposal. The mother left a large white laundry basket that was old and slightly brittle there at the daycare to hold the diapers until it was time for disposal. Daren, was a docile little person. He was only 18 and was still in diapers 24/7. He was so short and slender, that he could still wear toddler diapers up to size 7. His mother used size six and 7 diapers on him.