While putting groceries in the back of the Jeep:
Me: "What the fuck is that?"
The Prince: "That's my new gun rack."
Me: "You don't own any guns..."
The Prince: "Okay, well, you know how you see all those things on Pinterest, and then you're like 'Let's get a giant wooden spool to use as a coffee table?'"
The Prince: "Well, I found this gun rack at work the other day. Apparently a customer left it and no one else wanted it. I thought maybe I could put it in the back of the Jeep as an organzier, so I adopted it and now it's a repurposed-gun-rack-organizer."
Me: "Let me be straight with you. This thing is a piece of shit and we're getting rid of it. Now."
The Prince: "NO we're not. It holds things perfectly! Look how it's cradling this cereal box! It's an ideal Jeep accessory."
Me: "It takes up so much space! AND it's BABY BLUE. Some hillbilly slapped together a few hunks of wood, painted the whole thing baby blue and called it a gun rack, and now, thanks to your profound stupidity, this atrocity has made its way into MY LIFE."
The Prince: "I'm keeping the gun rack."
Me: "NO. We need all the space in the back of the Jeep to carry my things home to Ontario, and believe me, that gun rack is not coming with us. I'm leaving it on the side of the street for a freegan to pick up."
The Prince: "Maybe I'll just get a gun for the gun rack, and then what will you do?"
The Prince: "Honestly."
Me: "I WILL SHOOT YOU. I WILL SHOOT YOU FOR ADOPTING A HILLBILLY GUN RACK."