I cut my rebellion teeth stepping toe-to-toe with him. He had a million rules and none of them made sense to 15 year old me. If he made a point, I argued it. If he had an idea, I pointed out why I thought he should change it.
When I got older, I started to realize he wasn't so full of rules and "do not"'s as he was hoping to give us some guidance for the real world. We actually became tentative friends after awhile. I still liked to argue with him for the sake of arguing, but I think he did the same with me. It kept both of us on our toes. Just before he died, he told me how much I reminded him of my mother at the same age.