itchy.

Grandpa in response to Kenley scratching her feet: "What's wrong with your feet, Putts? Are they itchy, or what?"
Kenley: "My feet are itchy because Mom wouldn't scratch them."

scratch.

"Mom, will you scratch my feet? And don't stop until I say to stop."

one foot.

While I'm laying sick on the couch, Kenley comes and plunks down on me...

Kenley: "I love you."
Me: "I love you too, but can you not come within three feet of me?"
Kenley: "But I only have one foot!"

Connected.

"And my feet...  and my legs...  and my tummy...  Why am I connected?"