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."

car seat.

While driving through Minnesota, Kenley is talking to Grandpa on the phone:

Grandpa: "Kenley, where are you?"
Kenley: "I'm in my car seat!"

long time.

"It took me a long time to grow up when I was three."

nightmare.

When asked about the status of her cold...

"It's more than a cold; it's like a nightmare."