Post-historic

It was Andy's Nat 5 History exam today.  As I was dropping him off, I asked him if he was going to continue the subject next year. 

In a tone that suggested I should already know this, he said that he wasn't. 

"So," I said.  "After your exam, it's ... history?" 

Nothing like a poor-quality dad-gag to dispel those pre-exam nerves. 

Afterwards he said it had gone pretty well.  Not that Stella was particularly interested.