Broken heart

I came home from work today and my better half had vacuumed, swept the kitchen, mopped the floor and hung up some pictures that have been waiting for wall space for over a year.  In the middle of my awe, I turned to look at the baby and CRAP!  His hair had all been cut off.

"What did you do to his head?"
"I gave him a haircut.  He needed it."
"But why didn't you ask me?"
"Why would I ask you to cut our kid's hair?"
"Ok, not ask, but why didn't you at least tell me you were going to do it??"
"I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Well, did you at least save a piece?"
"That's gross.  Anyway, what's the big deal??"
"I can't believe you cut my baby's hair!  It's his first haircut and I wasn't even here for it!  You've broken my heart!"
"WHAT'S THE BIG FRIGGIN' DEAL?!  It's just hair.  It'll grow back!  You're lucky I didn't shave it like I wanted to."
HUMPH!

My dear, that's not even the point.  Our child got his very first haircut, no input from mama, didn't even run it by me, and now, there is no evidence of his baby hair for the baby book.  I've heard from others that even though the hair grows back, it doesn't grow back the same.  Sigh....  My heart was broken today.