MERCY, MERCY, MERCY

Mercy spent the night with Poppa and I last night, so I had the honor of getting her up this morning and get her ready for school. After she finishes her breakfast I walk into the room with her clothes and a hairbrush so that I can get her ready. She spots the brush in my hand and she raises her hand up at me (talk to the hand) and says:
Mercy: "You can't fix my hair!"
Me: "WHAT?"
Mercy: "You can't fix my hair. You can't even fix your own hair!"
Me: "Who told you that?"
Mercy: With her head hanging down: "Nobody!"
Me: "Did Mommy say that?"
Mercy: "No."
Then I commence to name off everybody one by one. After every name she replies: "No." I then said, "Who told you that?"
Mercy: "NOBODY!"