Work, Explained At Long Last

I can't believe I posted all that last time and forgot to tell you what James said a meteorologist does. The other day he told me he wanted to play Work, so he got his "work clothes" on, which consisted of every piece of jewelry he could find in the whole house, a very pimp-like meteorologist if you ask me, and then he pretended I was already in the office and came in and said good morning to me. I said hello back, and then said, "So what's your job? What do you do?" and he said, "I'm a meteorologist. I give chocolate to children and I go to meetings. About training."

Too, too right, kid. It was hilarious.