Wonder Woman vs. Rainbow Boy

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.