Aren’t kids supposed to have a few words they mispronounce? It’s both cute and non-threatening, assuring parent that there will be be a few more years before the kid is both smarter and taller.
Dad: What did you see at the fair? Did you see a Griffon? Did you see a … Cerberus? Did you see a Chimera?
Max: No daddy: you’re supposed to say “Kye-Mer-Ah”.
The obsession with mythology is bad enough, but does he really have to call attention to Dad’s prole interpretation of Latin? At least dad is still taller than him.