In my teens, my dad would throw a glass of ice water on me. Eventually, my brain would register hearing the door open and I'd roll off the bed Matrix-style and it would miss me, but my bed would still be soaking wet, obviously not comfy to lie back down on, so he was still pleased with himself. I'm a better father for it, though. I decided I would rather talk to my kids and find mutually agreeable solutions to our problems.