In this case, I was babysitting two kids: boy, ten, and girl, four. She was being an absolute brat about getting dressed. She was lying on the floor, giggling, and refusing to get dressed.
I so wished that I had the authority to stand her abruptly on her feet, and give her a swat on the seat of the lack-of-pants. I didn't. I was irritated with her. I was 16.
Nonviolent way of getting her attention? I thought about it for a moment, then disappeared to the kitchen, and reappeared with a glass of water.
A sudden lack of giggling.
She got dressed, after that.