There comes a time when you have to just let the last of your childhood (now vintage) G.I. Joe collection get played with and realise that just because it's probably worth four hundred thousand dollars* or so is no reason your children can't enjoy playing with them now too and inevitably pulling Hashro-quality rubber banded limbs from torsos (again, sorry Sgt. Slaughter). That time does come. I'm not sure when, but I'm sure it will come, or maybe not.
*my own rough estimate