I get it from somewhere

Are my parents funny? Yes, they really amuse me. Case in point:My father regularly, almost religiously, falls asleep in front of the television. I, as the young and agile one, am summoned by my mother to go downstairs and wake him. Some time ago I was sitting with my mom upstairs when she told me to do this. Being the lazy genius that I am, I picked up my cell phone and called my dad to tell him to wake up. It truly was perfect as 1) it usually takes five minutes plus to actually wake him with just my voice, and 2) we can call each other for free. It made sense. My mother turned to me as I did this and gave me a look of confusion and disgust. “What?” I asked. She just shook her head in shame. “What kind of a mother have I been?” she rhetorically asked.
Cut to three months later:
I’m sitting with my mother again when she says, “We should wake your dad up.” Whenever she says ‘We’ she usually means ‘you, daughter’, so I expected I would have to do my usual duty. Not a moment passed before she picked up her cell phone and dialed my father. I turned to her, my stoicism silently demanding an answer. When I received none, I pointed out how she’d called me lazy for doing the same thing a few months earlier. “When you’re right you’re right,” she told me. She and my dad agreed that it was easier to wake up to the ringing of his cell phone than anyone spending ten minutes coaxing him to consciousness and reasoning with him to just go to bed.
So, yes, my parents are hilarious.