Confession relating to all this parent colloquy:
I was always an obedient child, not independent at all. Even so there were constant scuffles with my moronic dad who did everything in his power to quarrel with me over the most insignificant and silly affairs and matters, I'm sure my sister went through the same, I remember teaming up with her on more than on occasion. Under these circumstances I wonder how I ended up not frequenting high-school...?
My mom was much lazier and calmer. She didn't really agree with dad, but objecting to him was wasted effort, so we children were left to waste our Latin on him.
Discussions, arguments and similar dissent are quite normal and healthy. We are, above all else, family. Never mind the curses everyone throws at each other (except me, I am always careful to keep my tongue impeccable and clean) every day. Your parents tend to be right, and even when they are not they wish for your very best, or at least should.
Childhood mushy-mushy nonsense.