Fly on the Wall

If you were a fly on the wall of our house this morning, you would have heard the following conversation between me and Secondo:

Me: Secondo, don't forget to brush your hair.

Secondo: I did.

Me: You did? Well, I think you missed a spot. Get me the brush, and I'll show you.

(Secondo leaves and returns momentarily with requested brush.)

Me: Remember how I told you that if you comb your hair straight back like this (I run the brush from the center of her forehead to the nape of her neck) your hair will fall into a straight part and then you just have to...

Secondo: Ow! You're hurting my scallop!