the mysterious Poppy

Tuesday morning after dropping Ryan off at preschool, the girls and I headed to Kroger.  I hadn't quite finished my grocery list so we were sitting in the car while I copied ingredients from my recipes.  [ahhh, confined kids :)].  As we are sitting there, a truck pulls in next to us driven by an older gentleman.  I scribbled Abby's conversation down on my grocery list:

"That looks like Poppy!"
who's Poppy?
"I don't know."
about ten seconds later:
"I don't know who is Poppy."
I mumble something along the lines of you're the one who said he looks like Poppy and went back to my grocery list.

The man sits in his car a minute or so before getting out of his truck and walking in between our cars to the store.  As he passes Abby's window, she says again:

"That looks like Poppy!"

I didn't even bother to ask this time.  Most likely this is just the randomness that is two year old Abby, but if you have any insight into who Poppy might be, let me know!