"Consider Yourselves Warned"

Given the beautiful Autumn day, we take school outside.

Sitting under a large oak tree, we open our books and begin to read.

Me: "'Pinocchio, as was natural, asked the Fairy's permission to go roun-'  OW!"

An acorn bounced off my skull, on to the table, and finally onto the ground.

Fiona and Neve giggle as I rub the ouch out of my head.

Me: "As I was saying, 'he asked the Fairy's permission to go round the town to make the invitations; and the Fairy said to him: Go if you like and invite your companions for-' OWWW!"

As if the top of my head had a target on it, another acorn, larger than the last, ricocheted off the same tender spot and on to my shoulder and eventually next to his fallen brother acorn on the ground.

The girls are, understandably, more entertained by this than the book.  They hold each other, as they laugh so hard they can barely sit up.

Me: "If it happens to me again, it's a sign."

Fiona:  "What kind of sign?"

Me: "A sign that we shouldn't be reading here."

They simultaneously look at each other and grin.

Me: "Alright, alright.  Let's try it again.  '...invite your companions to the breakfast tomorrow, but remember to return home before dark.  Have you understoo-"

Another acorn, and then another, fall so hard onto the table in front of us, you'd have thought they were being shot from a rifle above.

Fiona: "Whoop!  There you go!  There's the sign!  An angry squirrel wants us to leave!"

Neve: "Yes.  An angry squirrel.  We shouldn't read outside.  Only play."

Still sore from the squirrel's previous threats, I couldn't argue with that logic.

Me: "Let's play."