A long time ago (DD is 18) we sent Kirsten to the Doll Hospital for a new head. I can still remember my daughter SCREAMING at the UPS place, not wanting her doll to go away. And the UPS guy thinking I was some awful mother. But DD wanted Kirsten's hair fixed and I wasn't going to go back to UPS again!
Kirsten came back, good as new, in her hospital gown while DD was experiencing the worst of her chicken pox.