One of the fire fighters on my husband's fire department just found out his mother-in-law has cancer. In a show of solidarity, several fire fighters (including my husband, who is Chief of the Fire Department) had their heads shaved.
When he came home, he was greeted a bit differently than usual.
"Who the hell is that bald guy in my house?" the dog barked.
"What's wrong with daddy's head?" the baby demanded, unimpressed.
"Here. Why don't you borrow my hat?"
While shaving your head is a nice gesture, it is not why I love him. No. I love him because once he discovered his newly sheared head was velcro-like, he let the kids try and stick things to him.
That is why I love my husband.