The night Max got the munchies

THERE are times when you’ve got to have sweets and you just can’t wait.

So when three-year- old Max McGrath woke up in the middle of the night, he knew exactly where to go  -  the local supermarket a mile and a half away.

As his parents slept on, oblivious to his mission, Max unlocked the front door and slipped outside.

Wearing his turtle-decorated pyjamas and his older brother’s shoes, which were two sizes too big, he padded down the dark streets all the way to Somerfield.

So far, so good, the youngster must have thought.

But, understandably given his age, Max had not quite thought things through. It was 3am, the store was closed, and he didn’t have any money.

So it was that overnight delivery driver James Brown spotted the disappointed child peering through the supermarket’s windows and asked him what he was doing there.

‘He told me in a very matter-of-fact way that he was going to the shop,’ Mr Brown said yesterday. ‘He told me his family were at home asleep.’