My friend explained that he doesn't know much about goats. "They are smelly, right?" he asked, undoubtedly trying to get my goat. "Well, no, they are not," I replied as sweetly as possible:
When I was a kid, there were two kinds of farm kids: human kids, and goat kids. Little pigs were piglets, little chickens were chicks, little ducks were ducklings...you get the drift?
So I identified with the little goats. We had something in common. Now, in some circles, it is considered impolite to call a human child a kid. But, hey, I am still a kid at heart.