Impressionable

I was playing with some kid in the backyard. He said "Easter sucks."

"Yeah, Easter sucks," I agreed.

For some reason, I then ran inside the house to find my mom. She was in her usual afternoon position: sitting somewhere comfortable, reading, drinking coffee, and eating chocolate chips. Proudly and excitedly I told her what just happened. "He said Easter sucks, and I agreed with him! Isn't that great?"

Lovingly, soberly, she advised me, "No, it's not that great. I know you don't think that 'Easter Sucks'. You should think for yourself, Matthew."

"Hmm, okay."