Yes, to play with.
He didn't hit up eBay, or put them under a glass shelf, or toss them out on the lawn with other garage sale fodder, or (much to my chagrin) ask me what my address was so he could send them to me...
(...sigh...)
...no, he gave them to his little boys to play with, so that the magic could start anew.
Somewhere in Chicago there are a couple of very lucky young boys playing with these:
And the collective collector universe let out a gasp, yet somehow everything seems a little more "right" in the Universe today.
The thought of Tim's kids playing with such groovy stuff from my generation's childhood made me think about my own kids, and how I have influenced their choices in playthings - although it's a little different for me since I have daughters, the influence is still there:
Of course, should your kids tire of any of that stuff any time soon you know who to call, right Tim? ;)