Baby Signing Fish

On the way home from Vizcaya, Yakee was tugging at my blouse while doing something with his hand, then looking at the floor of the car. He'd repeat the same and I was confused, what was he telling me?

So I looked intently at the sign he's doing. Fish? I looked at the newspapers scattered on the floor and tried searching for any picture of a fish. That was when I saw the little head of a dilis.

I laughed and told my son, "Oh, yes, fish, there's the fish" and pointed at the dilis head. He chuckled and went back to trying to get us killed by opening the car door while the car was going some 50 miles per hour.