I have told you I take of challenged adults but I haven't told you how much they bring to my life in laughter sometimes. They have a complete dictionary of their own.  Sometimes even I look at them strangely and I have had 20 years to get used to their ways. Let me give you a sample of a conversation I listened in on yesterday afternoon when Tom and Barb thought I was upstairs. 

It is a normal afternoon and Tom and Barb are sitting out on the back deck just relaxing and chatting back and forth.  Barb looks out over the field. 
"Looks like we is gonna gets rain soon." 
Tom nods his head slowly, "Yep, yep". 
Things are  quiet for a moment.

Barb is humming to herself and notices that Tom has started to nod off. 
"Brother, wake up!!" 
Tom gives his head a shake, "I wasn't sleepin, stop magin' I was."
"Yes you were"
"No I was not"
"Don't try lies to me brother, I can seed you sleepin' "
"Was not!  Was just restin' mine eyes"  "Can't a man rest his eyes wiffout bitchin at him?"

Tom grumbles to himself or some inane object no one else can see, looking all over the place like everything is new to him and he is just noticing it all for the first time.
Suddenly he nods off again.

"Brother!"  "Brotheeeeeeeer   I is talkin' at you and you not payin' tention."
"What?" Tom answers looking quite annoyed .
"I is talkin at you and you is not listened"
"Yes I was"
"Then what did I said"
"I don't know, couldn't hear ya. My hearin' aid ain't workin cause it is in the house."
Barb shakes her head and looks quite perturbed. 
"You spossed to listen when I talks to you brother."
"I was."

Barb sighs and shakes her head again. Quiet takes over for a bit then Barb says,
" I thinks Mom is making pig chops for supper tonite." 
" I wanted gravioli instead." 
"I is inscusted cause we had pig meat yesterday and I wanted a sammich instead."

Tom nods and thinks deeply for a bit.
"Well she knows us bests and if she says we eat chops then we have to eat it. Can't argue wiff her cause she will barbaqued anyways".
He shakes his head seeming to contemplate why no one listens to the fact that he secretly thinks gravioli or a peanut butter sammich would be better then a well balanced meal anytime.

Barb studies the deck floor like it is the most important thing in sight.
"Well if'n it rains we will have to use our ummabrella again." 
"Mom won't let us go out if we don't use it." 
"A little rain never hurt anybodies I say." 
"Wish I had a flywatter out here cause I hates da flies." 
"But Mom is a family you know and she is the boss and we has to do as she says or she will take our cuddering books away."

Tom thinks this over. 
"Well she knows bests and we have to listen to her you know" " We have a good life now and the past is the past." 
"Don't wanna talk bout the past anymore" 
"Why do you talk about the past?"

Barb looks at him like he is from outer space and says, 
"The rain is not the past, it gonna happened today and today is not past yet." 
She shakes her head in discust cause she can not figure out what the past has to do with an ummabrella today.

Tom studies his slipper for awhile and says out of the blue, 
"I deserves espect cause i be older den you is and you need to espected me." 
"My dippie has a hole in it, gonna has to sew it before she sees it."
"I don't has to espect you, who you think you are?" 
"King puddle or somethin' ?"
"I was bornded befor you and you has to espect me cause I older"

( Well by now I am laughing so hard I have to step back from the window so they do not see me watching them)

Tom mumbles on to himself and looks everywhere around him again like the world has changed one more time and he needs to check it out. 
" Think I will get the spade and cleans up the Misk poop, he always has to go outside right after I cleans it up." 
"Oh well he is a good dog, don't know any better I guess."

He stands up and walks a few steps then turns around and walks back to his chair and sits down and nods off again.
"Brother!   wake up brother! "
"What you want now !!"
"You did not clean up the Misk poop."
Tom glares at her through his glasses perched on the end of his nose furrowing his brow.
"Yes I did."
"No you didn't." 

Barb shakes her head and picks up her juice.
"Ahhhhhhh this be good juice I think." "You want juice brother?"

Tom still trying to figure out what the last thing was that he was accused of not doing continues to stare at her in utter bewilderment. Finally he opens his mouth and says.
"I did so, you just did not see me." 
"Wonder if she is making grady for the tadoos?" 
"Likes grady and taddos I do."
"When?"
Barb follows the question with, "We had madderoni the other day."
"Awhile ago I did it, when you were in the house."
"Oh."

Both are quiet for a bit without realizing that they have not made sense because Barb has not left her chair to enter the house at all. Suddenly Barb realizes that Tom got the best of her and stands up. Neither realizes the entire conversation made very little sense to anyone but them. (and me of course)

"Brother you are a pained in my leg, cause you do not knowed what you are talkin' about anyways." She struts off in a huff thinking Tom has lost it entirely.
Tom looks up at her and drops his head down again and nods off again wondering why her leg hurts and why that would be his fault. He dozes off, thinking he got the espect he deserved because Barb finally quit talking and interrupting his nap.
Well Dear Readers this is only one tiny conversation in a long day.