Hell, think of rpm versus torque.
Munk?
I'll match you one: I took the kids to Springfield, Illinois, to see the Abraham Lincoln stuff. We stayed at one of the first Holiday Inn, pool w/arcade w/minature golf dealies. They had a jacuzi, but kids were not allowed.
I watched. The girls went in the pool, splashed and all that. I went back to my book. I looked up and the younger one (of COURSE) was happily trudging over to the jacuzzi with an opaque water balloon she had found in the pool.
I looked again. Yep.
I got up, explained that water balloons should not be there and that I understood that she found it in the big pool, but I was going to dispose of it.
I went in the men's room, and burst the condom.
Then...that night, I had to explain about condoms, sexual reproduction, the...er...differences in equipment, and that some clown had filled a condom up with water and tossed it in the big pool. One of the nice things about young kids is that all they really want is an explanation, not everydamneddetail. Mostly the reaction was "Really? Ewww!"
(Addendum: I also had to explain about toxity in tampons after the kids found a door-to-door free sample of one that I had put in my medicine chest.)
WHERE was their mother when the tough questions had to be answered?
Be well and safe.