Working With Mentally Retarded Adults

My job is not very stressful. My supervisor barked some orders at me yesterday, but I approached her later and explained the situation and she softened. Mostly I laugh at what the mentally retarded adults tell me. For example, a couple weeks ago John asked me where my father was. Confused, I questioned why he wanted to know. "Because I want to marry you." This news caused me to chuckle. After all, just the day before he had told me he hated me. I told him I didn't want to be married and he responded, "That's okay. I have Diana." Well, as long as he has a back up plan, life is good.