When I was born, I had black hair. When I was 2, it grew out flaxen blond. My mother refused to get my hair cut so I had this long, straight, thick blond hair. Much like barbies. I hated it. All I wanted to do was play sports and because my scalp is so sensitive, my hair would get pulled and it'd hurt like a mofo. I hated it. So, it's little wonder why all my barbies had their hair cut off and their bodies drawn on. When I got cabbage patch dolls, they received the same make-over.
When I hit puberty, my hair darkened to a bright auburn so my mother stopped playing with her little barbie doll and I could explore who I was a little more.
My daughter had to ask for dolls. It never occurred to me to give her barbies or baby dolls as a gift. So she and my step-daughter (same age) have a few of that kind of stuff to play with. They still spend most of their time outside playing soccer, skateboarding and throwing the football. Girls will be girls.