I'll argue with my dad some but he's very logical so mostly if I am being logically sound, he'll swallow his pride and accept it.
I argue with my mother for what it seems like several times a month. I really should learn my lesson by now that arguing with my mother is very similar to arguing with a kid -- the moment I say something that she doesn't like, she clams up and gives me the silent treatment which kills any sort of future good mood that I may feel because I know I'm going to come home and deal with her utter childishness. At the end of it all, she wants nothing more than to be right in an argument and you would think after being at odds with her for about 8 years straight (yes, you read that right), that I wouldn't bother arguing with her anymore, but alas. She's ridiculously pushy when she wants to make a point out of something extremely insignificant.
I argue with my mom a lot. She puts on lot of restrictions on me which just irritates the shit out of me. She also forces me to do what she want. It rarely turns into a bjg fight but when it does, I apologize for the good.
My parents and I get along really well, and I don't think we've ever had a "serious" argument. That being said, it's not uncommon for us to be briefly annoyed with each other or argue over minor things. Those sorts of things are quickly moved on from though.
I argue somewhat frequently with my mom on one specific topic: me finding a job. I keep trying to tell her that I'm more focused on finishing my degree than rushing into employment, but she doesn't want that. Even when I had a job last year she still insisted I find a 'proper' one. It drives me nuts.
Back then, I argued with my parents daily. But now, I don't argue with my parents often because if I do, I will lose.
Before my parents got a divorce, I argued with my dad some but now the divorce stuff is over I don't see my dad anymore and I have never argued with my mother before or after the divorce.
A little bit, but not too much. My mother and I get along quite well actually, same with my step-dad.
As I've gotten older, I've argued with my parents less. I reflect and see all the sacrifices they make for me. I truly love them and miss them.
I don't really argue with my parents at all. In some ways I think I'm kinda still in the mindset of a little kid who thinks that their parents can do no wrong. I'm starting to see things here or there that I disagree with when it comes to how my parents do things, but I never say anything. Maybe once I move out of the house I'll be able to recognize that my parents aren't perfect, and that's okay.