Scotty empties the dishwasher with me. This is great for learning "fork!" "spoon!" and "hot!" (our dishwasher likes to scald the items.)
He runs to put his dirty clothes in the hamper. I cannot tell you how this warms my heart.
We've even gotten to the point that he puts his toys away at the end of the day. Brian and I usually help him, but he understands that balls go in the ball box, all of the big cars need to be lined up against the wall, and puzzles go on the fireplace. Bop-bops can go either on the fireplace or the windowsill; doesn't matter to me, just as long as they are not underfoot.
And then a few weeks ago when I was cleaning the kitchen, I handed him a rag on a whim. I'll be the first to admit stainless steel is ridiculously difficult to clean, but the Bear did an okay job.
His future wife can thank me later.