Good or Bad, Happy or Sad

I can't tell you how happy it makes me feel when little 2 year old Brooklyn walks in my room with a bag of chips and says, "Hey Fuffy, what are you doing?"  She calls me Fuffy because she can't say Marcie.  

I decided today that I have a problem of adapting moods.  When other people are happy, I generally can't help but be happy.  When other people are angry, I unfortunately get angry.  It's the same with sad moods.  Sometimes it's good.  Sometimes it's bad.