For context, this was presented to me yesterday with a cheerful, "I did a drawing of Mummy." I nearly fainted - the closest Teddy has come to drawing (as opposed to scribbling randomly) before now is to hand me a pen/pencil/crayon and announce, "Mummy draw Daddy/a boat/a train/Mummy/a straight line" (yes, really. He is fascinated by rulers).
I manfully resisted the urge to leap about the room with excitement (he drew! And it was a drawing of me!) and asked him whether he was pleased with it. "Yup," he replied a tone of deep underwhelm-ment, before returning to random scrawlings. Oh, and then he drew "snow, Mummy," (lots of dots) and, "a blanket, Mummy," (big black scribble).
I think you'll all agree he'll be at the Royal College of Art within the year.
Edited to add: Later in the day a drawing of daddy was produced. I am slightly jealous because it has two eyes (and several noses).