My then 6-year-old granddaughter Lucia started pulling her pillow and blankets down from her bed to the floor, so she could get close enough the wall socket to plug in the iPad.
I said, you don’t need to plug it in, Lu, it has plenty of power. (It was at 87%, more than enough to watch a movie as she falls asleep, as her mom said she could do when I babysat that night.)
She insisted that the iPad needed to be charged. “That’s my opinion,” she said, as she plugged in the cord.
“It may be your opinion, Lu, but your opinion is wrong.”
“Well,” she said, snuggling into her makeshift bed on the floor, “it’s my opinion, so it’s right for me.”
And with that simple declaration, my granddaughter elucidated all we need to know about the futility of trying to change anybody’s mind about anything.