The Boat that Hit the Iceberg

Max saw a National Geographic article on the Titanic at my house and can't get enough.  He begs for stories, youtube videos, anything, every time he comes over.  I asked him how his entire week vacation in Seattle was, and he had one thing to report:  "Rebekah bought me a Titanic book."

You may recognize aspects of this video from a prior post.  (keywords: James, Max, hit, ignore, time out)  This is a different video from the same day, but posted today in honor of the 100-year anniversary of... "The Boat that Hit the Iceberg" --Max.  (Who, on the day of filming, took an unfortunate spill at school and hit his nose... I'm sure Rach would like me to clarify.)



Here is a loose text translation, for those who are hard-of-hearing/don't-listen-carefully (Dad).

James:  Boat. Boat.
Max:  This is a fake one, right. (Period, not question mark, trademark of Max.)
James:  Boat. Boat.
Max:  I don't want to be on the Titanic.
Me:  You do?
Max:  No, I don't. Because then I might be drowned-ded.
Me:  That's true.  James, don't hit Max.
[James gives an apologetic pat-pat.]
Max:  Wow, he's been hitting me a lot by the Titanic.