Henry and the Babysitter

So our babysitter arrived and Henry launched into a monologue on our family's recent health (as we have been sick more than we have been well since 2011 started). It went a little like this:
"Daddy was sick, but he feels better now. I was sick. I have a boo boo on my hand, see? Mama threw up, she was sick. Walter threw up on the floor, everywhere." He continued, complete with gestures.
The babysitter looked at me. I looked at her.
"Well, not all today." I say.