Why didn't we have these toys when we were kids?

Forget about those sleek smartphones and tablets and entertain your children in a more traditional way, with these beautifully-crafted wooden toys that are built to last.

"WooBot is a collection of premium wooden robots specially crafted to transform into different states in just a few seconds. Each character is totally unique in design, and the limits to creativity are endless. This is a toy for people of all ages, and one that will make the most amazing gift for Christmas this year."

Bamloff, the company behind WooBot, is currently raising funds on Kickstarter to launch these amazing toys. Donations range from $25 to $155 and prizes range from one WooBot to the entire collection.

[h/t: Toyland]

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