The point is not to crush them with your adult logic. The point is to make them think about whatever their position is about anything. My father started debating with me when I was 8 years old because he had been Valedictorian of his High School Class and wanted me to be a Free Thinker capable of fighting my way out of a wet paper bag so to speak. In other words he wanted to build a formidable debater in me because he knew I was going to need the ability to be a FREE and CLEAR thinker in this lifetime taking care of my wife and family when I grew up.
I have been very grateful to my father for doing this with me because first of all to have adult conversations with me empowered me even if I was angry or irate at what he was debating with me about because I was always emotionally invested in whatever my position was at the time. So, he would smile realizing how he was helping me to find out what I really believed about everything in my life while I was screaming and debating with him about things like Rock and Roll music (which he called then "Jungle Bunny Music" which really upset me at the time. Because he was trying to stop me from listening to Rock and Roll Music on my then small hand held transistor radio to KFWB and KRLA which were the two AM rock and Roll Stations then I could receive in Glendale, California. I also had a little earphone to listen with if he didn't want to hear it or riding a bike to school or walking I would listen to rock n Roll after I was 8 or 9 years of age. My favorite song I can remember then was "Pretty Blue Eyes" because there were a girl in school I was always in love with then called Kristina who had blonde hair and blue eyes. However, I was shy then and I'm not even sure I ever even talked to her at that time but only swooned about her from afar.
Note: To make more sense of this I was 8 in 1956 to make more sense of my father's comments about Rock and Roll.
To better understand my father's point of view it was a little like older people in this movie:
Bye Bye Birdie (1963) - IMDb
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