Brat: Mamma, why do some of your friends call you the mad momma? And I think I saw it written on a page in your laptop too.
Me: Because the moment I had you and became a mamma, I went a little mad. Mad with happiness, mad with all the work I now had to do, mad because you’re such a handful. Don’t you think I’m a little mad?
Some thought and then a nod. ‘Yes, just a little. But I like you that way.’
… and then he walked off.
Seven years of being The Mad Momma and the lead actors are slowly piecing the puzzle together.