Happy Birthday, Zach - February 2

There once was a lad from Nevada.
Some say he's the whole enchilada.
He can sing; He can dance,
He's tall, dark and handsome,
A "crooner" aficionada.

Commits lines--songs or scripts--to memory,
An actor, on stage, with a story.
Amid sets he has built,
Many hours he's spent,
Theater--his la-bor-a-tory.

It seems only a short time ago.
Gram was a transplant from Idaho.
And Zachary Thomas,
Was a toddler so young,
His twin sis, and his siblings, in tow.

And quick to remind, was this Mister.
"I'm older by minutes, twin sister!"
But she paid him no mind,
She was quick to take charge,
He found it quite hard to dismiss her.

When he was asked, "Why?", "Because!" he said.
"And that's an answer!" At three? What's ahead?
His dry wit stirred giggles,
One liners, a surprise,
Comedic relief, at our homestead.

On the playground, girlfriends, oh my, Yes!
"Hello, Zach," heard mornings and recess.
After-T ball-game treats,
Were his fav-or-ite thing,
At swimming, a paid diver, no less!

Time changes all; New goals are in sight.
Twenty-one--a changed 'Opening Night'?
College classes, perhaps,
Then young minds could be taught,
Student, then teacher--fresh appetite.

A mechanical mind that still grows,
From spinning kid wheels to running shows,
Just a boy, yesterday,
Today, a grown twenty-one,
"Happy Birthday!"  P.S.--He loves Oreos!