I don't have kids. I have a niece and nephew, whom I love, but if I could put my autistic spin on it, for me, being an uncle is a bit like being a bus driver who is asked if they want to drive the minibus to take the kids from the local school to play football of a Saturday afternoon, who says, "As an occasional thing, if a regular driver was sick, maybe, but after being on the road five and a half days a week, I want to have a break Saturday afternoon and Sunday."