Scott told Max,"I said "ship!" Max wasn't buying the story. After Scott and I exchanged wide-eyed glances, we went back to looking at the computer screen. Moments later, Max exlaimed "shit, SHIT, s-h-i-t, ShIt, sHiT, shit, SHIT," etc., etc.
I suppose a more appropriate reaction, as a parent, would have been to correct him for using the word. Instead, we both started laughing (silently, of course). I had to turn my head so that he didn't see that I was busting up. As Max continued to try that word on, for size, I ran for the camcorder. Again, maybe not the most appropriate reaction, but I'm sure it will be cherished in years to come. I haven't looked at the footage yet, to make sure I actually caught my little lyricist, cussing like a sailor. He did look back at me and stopped when he realized I was filming him.