Welcome, Foolish Mortals, to the House of Thompson
At some point in my lineage, there was a man named Thomas. Through celtic, saxon, and gaelic regional accents, the a disappeared with the collapse of the lips when the completion of the letter m sound (eeeaaammm), and the resulting sound is an oemp, especially when Thomas is said fast. The as on the end of Thomas eventually became a son, somehow. The son part might have come from Son of Thomas, and MacThomas would the the Son of Thomas's son.
After some digging around, evidently the Thomas referred to in my namesake is the Thomas in the bible. That's right; Doubting Thomas. But the real interesting part is; my family is direct decendents from Mr. Thomas.
Yeah. I made it up. Hey, Dan Brown can do it! Anyway, after writing that, might be something I could take off with.
Little Alexandria Thompson was born to Mark and Nicole Thompson. I'm sure Ben Thompson, Alexandria's brother, was nearby. Mark called me this afternoon. Good job Mark and Nicole! Thanks for your donation to my social security fund.
That part about Alexandria is true. Seriously. Really. Honest.
What really matters is not where the Thompson family came from, but where it's going.
The word Dynasty, comes to mind.