As the wind blows

Like most kids, Olivia feels a certain sense of power in the ability to control the temperature of her own food...by blowing on it, of course. While her wimpy and wispy blows don't do much to affect the actual temperature, it does give her something to do and she really does feel it works. The other morning, I served her a bowl of slightly-too-hot-for-her-comfort oatmeal. She protested the temperature, so naturally I told her to blow on it. She worked on it for a couple seconds and then proudly declared, "I blowed on it!"

"Blew," I corrected.

"Don't say 'blue', Mom. THAT is blue." She motioned toward the multi-colored thank you notes spread out on the kitchen table.

Let the verb tenses lecture go for a while?