My little brother sat in the corner of the living room, with a pen in one hand and my father's book in      .
As my father walked into the room, my brother knew that he did something        . And I just watched my brother scribble (乱写乱画) in the book. Now, he and I both waited for our father's      .
My father         his book and looked it carefully. He didn't punish us, but took the pen and wrote in the book: John's work, 1959, age 2. Thank you for scribbling in my book. You have made the book        .
The years came and went. From time to time we would      the book, look at the scribbles and read my father's      of love. My father taught us about what is really      in life: people, not things.
Now I'm a father, too. Unlike my father, I don't      my daughters to take books from my book-shelf and scribble in them. I take one down and give it to them to scribble. As I look at their artwork, I think about my father and the      he taught me.
A. other                B. another               C. the other
A. funny                B. wrong                 C. proper
A. advice               B. promise              C. punishment
A. picked up           B. cleaned up           C. fixed up
A. dirty                B. special               C. thick
A. open                B. throw                 C. return
A. invention            B. discussion           C. expression
A. difficult           B. important            C. interesting
A. wait for            B. depend on            C. turn down
A. skill              B. present              C. Lesson