DH wants to bring home a fucking sword offered to him by someone he just met, and is begging me like a child in a fucking toy shop.
I'm at my wits end with this childlike attitude to swords, gaming, late nights etc. He's a normal-functioning human adult most of the time, with bouts of teenager-like impulsiveness.
IABU about bringing a unknown sword off a random unknown person into a house with young children.
Someone tell me if I'm just being an annoying nagging wife as the sulk seems to suggest?