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.