Dear Vader,

     Yesterday's dinner with Obi-Wan was a HUGE DISASTER. Anakin threw a hissy fit when he wasn't the one who chose our baby's name, and he almost said that HE WAS THE FATHER of my baby. He said 'It's not fair! I should be the one who's naming Padmé's baby because I'm the fa—" before he could finish his tantrums, I glared at him, and Obi-Wan was like: 'Why did I even came here?'  Anakin stood up from his seat and started kicking the floor like it had sand on it. It was so embarrassing that I couldn't even show my face to Obi-Wan. Sometimes, I am really confused if I married a Jedi Knight or a teenager that has serious problems with sand and parenting. Oh, look, there he is.