Introducing 'the other' little people

So when I tentatively explained to Charlie that the babies might be arriving the day before her 5th birthday (14th November - 34weeks provisional date for c-section) I had images of an adult Charlie, lying anxiously on the therapist's couch,wringing her hands and painfully recalling how all happiness in her life was cruelly snatched from her the day before her 5th birthday, the day her mother and father wilfully abandoned her to the demands and wails of three monkey type creatures otherwise and forever more known as 'the triplets'. I held my breath and waited nervously for her response

'Oh good' she said 'they can buy me a birthday present'.

Never have I been so relieved and grateful for the power of consumerism.

Elijah's response to the triplets has also raised eyebrows. The other day he came up to my tummy with a toy medical hammer (the ones that doctors use to test your reflexes by bashing you on the knee, except that I've never actually known a doctor in real life do that) He started tapping my tummy with it - What are you doing I gently asked - fixing the babies- came his confident reply - they're broken- ahhh bless I thought, I have a son who is really going to care about his three younger siblings, what a relief - yes- he went on to say - they're broken because they've been bashed against the wall like this - he then went on to vigorously and enthusiastically reinact what in my mind would have been a scene of gut wrenching horror. He then turned, smiled angelically and wandered off. Should I worry?