Wavelengths

Something amusing happens quite often in our household. I'll make something for dinner. Chris will come home.... and laugh because, whatever I made, he had the same thing for lunch. Pizza, tacos, sandwiches, pasta, burgers...

I figure there are two explanations:

1. He has a yummy lunch and sends out food vibes of how much he enjoyed whatever it was and I pick those up and make dinner. 
2. We both are in the mood for a particular meal and he just takes the opportunity of being near so many restaurants and having to get lunch to eat it while I wait to make whatever it is until dinner time. 

I like to think it's the latter - that we're so in tune with each other but miss on the timing.