Where is Popo?

Saturday, May 29, 2010

We spent the evening at GG's mom's house. We arrived late, at 7:30, or so. Evangeline sat on Nana's lap for most of the time that we were there. She ate popcorn and drank cranberry juice. Adam fumbled punchlines, and drank too many beers. I enjoyed the fresh laulau's, and talked story with my mom (Nana). It was an pleasant, if not uneventful night. It was well after 10 when we got ready to leave. Nana carried Evangeline to the car. I slid behind the steering wheel. Adam buckled himself in to the passenger seat. As Nana strapped Evan into her carseat Evan asked, "Where's Popo"? "Who's Popo", Nana asked. Evan shrugged. My daughter and her made up words, and her imaginary friends. I thought nothing of it. We said our goodbyes and made our way home.

Mom called the the next morning to ask if we knew anyone called Popo. We do not. Mom says GG's gramma was called Popo and that her home once stood in the empty spot where we had been parked the night before. Maybe it was coincidence, but it was peculiar that Evangeline would say that name, at that moment, in that spot.