Our Man, Dan

When I got to the second grade, teachers told me at least 10 times, “Did you know your brother cried when they announced your birth on the intercom.  He wanted a boy so bad?”
“No I didn’t. I think my mother chose not to tell me that. “

You see, the Conley Girls were in need of some lessons themselves. In need of a brotha - Lessons from our man Dan.















Someone to tie our fish hooks

And give us boosts to climb the trees

Build amazing contraptions on the swing set…WHILE babysitting


To dig holes in the yard so that mean neighbor girl will fall and sprain her ankle. And she did.

Teach us the need for speed

But how to slow down, ponder and appreciate the birds

To help us learn to aim our guns. (We're from Texas.)

To fix all our broke down engines

And he has.









Someone to crank the homemade ice cream while we sit on it… and watch.

Build us forts in the treehouse, take Mom’s good laundry baskets and fill’em up with gum balls, so we can shoot ‘em at the mean ‘ole neighbor girl with tree sling shots he made. And we did.

To build our bon fires

To teach us the game of life

And occasionally let us dress him up

Need a brother?

Dan's your Man.

We’ve only got one, and he had his work cut out for’em with five sisters.


Love you
Dan,

From the Sittle Lister,

Hane-nah