Random conversations with the boy - part a jillion

So the boy pulled a muscle in his neck this morning and couldn't move his head without screaming out in pain. My heart was breaking into a million pieces for him as there was nothing I could but offer Calpol and some heat to the muscle.
He steadfastly refused both and started to dose off again, only to wake and say

J: "Mammy, mammy, I want some pasta."
Me: "Pasta? Are you sure?"
J: "No, no, not pasta. That other thing.... Calpol..."