My little brother had gorgeous blonde curly hair when he was small, and he was just a Gerber-baby-lookin' kid. My sister and I adored him and thought he was cuter than any doll we had. He liked the attention, and we loved to dress him up.
When we put makeup on him, Mom drew the line (she was more worried about us jamming the eyeliner in his eye), so she got us the big Barbie head. We still dressed him up, though.
I finally get to meet Richard Simmon's sister.