My wife took our son for a photo shoot with Santa for his first Christmas and didn’t tell me, but put the photo on the fridge.
Maybe a week later, I’m looking at the fridge.
Me: “Hey, whose baby is this with Santa?”
Wife:“You’ll figure it out.”
<beat>
Me:“Wait, that’s our baby with Santa!”
In my defense, when you have a baby, you immediately acquire like two dozen other baby acquaintances, and they are sometimes hard to differentiate. Also, sleep deprivation.
My daughter has a friend whose name begins with a C. I can never remember her name. In fact, sitting here now, it’s not coming to me. So, I just insert whatever female name that starts with C that does come to mind. Cindy, Cathie, Chloe, Cinderella, Crystal, Cassidy, Cami, whatever. My daughter will just calmly look me right in the eyes and say, “That’s not her name.”, without telling me what her name is. So, I have to take another stab at it a little later. At other times, when it’s not clear from the context of the conversation to whom I am referring, I’ll just get a stern look and a, “Who?” To which I can only say, “You know… The one with the hair.” Now, this particular girl has boring hair. It’s a normal color, a fairly short length, and not even curly or anything like that. So, the hint about the hair is a uniquely unhelpful one. But, after these years, it’s the agreed upon hint that will properly identify the person in question.
At my age, it’s probably just dementia. So, no worries.
I’ve developed the Crayola theory for color: Men* only recognize colors that are in a Crayola box. The 8-crayon box. The only exceptions are pink and tan because you run into them enough.
*Who are not in a color-requiring profession like artist or decorator.
My mom once cut her her bra-strap-length hair to chin-length.
My stepfather didn’t notice for two weeks.
It was a chilly two weeks in central Florida in August. :rolleyes:
I cut an inch off of my mid-back length (at the time) hair and my now ex-husband flipped out. I could re-arrange the furniture or put up new curtains and he would never notice. Cut my hair and it was full meltdown mode. And he wondered why I divorced him.
I have learned that its much safer if I avoid applying heat to anything but water (and sometimes that doesn’t work out as well as it could). Due to that, I tend to not notice kitchen appliances, except to avoid doing anything that might activate them.
I had to spend a week and a half in Phoenix in August. My BB had all of the kitchen appliances replaced while I was gone and went from all white to all brushed chrome. It took over a week for me to notice. :smack:
Now you are being too hard on him. Clearly his full attention was on you. Nothing else mattered! Apparently not in a good way though. 
Glad you clarified “the 8-crayon box.” I was messing around w/ a 64 crayon box a while back, and was astounded at several of the supposed color names (as well as the inconsistent translations).
We spent an hour or so the other day moving the damn rug and furniture just to make sure which angle it looked best at. MAN, an 8’x10’ rug/pad is heavy! Room sure looks nice now - tho I’m not sure how different it is from when we started! 
Wife put out Halloween decorations the other day. I’ve been making a point of pointing them out and saying how good they look. Which (I think) she appreciates. Actually, I think it is HER fault. She pays such attention to detail, and has out home looking so nice all the time, that I’ve become accustomed to it. (No, I don’t think I’ll try actually using that approach…)
Ha! I do the same thing with this boy my daughter likes. His name is Corbin, but I pretend to not remember his name to drive her crazy. “Corbert? Orbit? Norbert? Dustbin?” “CORBIN, daddy!”
On another note, my wife says hilariously clueless things often enough that I created a separate Twitter account to memorialize them. She knows about it, so it’s not something cruel I do behind her back or anything, and she follows it herself. It’s silly little stuff like, “I picked up my calculator today and tried to text you,” or, “Is a caribou the same thing as a moose?”
Pepper Mill got her hair done and colored last week. I didn’t notice*. She finally said "If I was bald, would you notice that? This clued me in, at last.
*to be fair, it’s not as if she went from blonde to redhead. It’s basically the same color, but it IS brighter and more noticeable. Except by me.