My son is shooting me with his plastic machine gun as I type away on my computer. I put my wrists up instinctively and wave them about:
Me: Hah! You can't hurt me with bullets! I've got Wonder Woman bracelets on!
My son: Water-melon, Water-melon! You come and fight with me!
Me: Water-melon? My name is Wonder Woman.
My son: I...I can't say the words.
Me: Won-der-Wo-man.
My son: Won-der-Melon.
Me: Close enough.
I love this!
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