First, I guess I must explain what a "crew chief" is.  In our home, each of the children is "crew chief" one day per week.  With this designation comes both additional responsibilities and additional perks.  The extra chores include taking the dirty laundry into the laundry room each morning, setting the table for dinner and helping with dinner preparation, sweeping the eat-in area of the kitchen after dinner each night, and various "go-for" requests from Mommy throughout the day.  The added benefit is getting to choose the video/DVD if one is watched that day, the fruit we eat at dinnertime, and possibly other things depending upon the day, as well as getting "first dibs" on things like treats.

I assigned the kids in chronological order, so DD8 is the crew chief on Monday, DS6 is crew chief on Tuesday, and DS4 is crew chief on Wednesday.  In theory, DD2 is crew chief on Thursday, but she is limited, of course, in what she can contribute.  {I think she did ask me one day, "Croo-chee?"  As if to say, "Am I the crew chief today?"} 

So yesterday was DS4's "crew chief" day.  Although all the kids like the perks of being crew chief and usually respond well to the extra requests made of them, DS4 seems especially enthusiastic about his crew chief day.  I often call him by his nickname and tack "crew chief" right onto it on his day, and his face just lights up to hear it.  He listens to my request and springs into action! 

Yesterday afternoon, he was helping me make corn muffins for dinner.  We ground the corn kernels, then the wheat...added the baking powder and salt...stirred the dry ingredients together...added the milk and an egg...throughout the process, he was acting very much like a drill-sargeant would barking out orders, I suppose, except with happy excitement.

Then I said, "Okay, we need to add 1/4 cup of oil and 3 tablespoons of honey." 

He responded, urgently, "Okay, I'll add the oil and the cup of spoons."

[There needs to be an emoticon for LOL'g...]