Our church Easter egg hunt drew a crowd despite chilly weather and wet grounds. The grandprincess found lots of eggs, but looked positively miserable when I asked her about it.

“I’m still afraid of the Easter bunny,” she said, sighing.

I was surprised and saddened by the surprise and sadness in her voice. She’s a big girl now - almost four - and it hurt to realize she can now be disappointed in herself.

She’d overcome her fear of Santa, for heaven’s sake. She expected to have outgrown the uncomfortable feeling caused by the presence of costumed heads and fake fur.

“Don’t worry, honey,” I heard myself saying. “The Easter bunny creeps me out, too.”

He - or is it she? - really does.

With one exception. There’s an adorable black and white photo of the man of the house, at about age 5, dressed in a bunny suit, hunting eggs. It’s on my refrigerator right now.

“How did your mother get you into that suit?” I couldn’t help asking.

Let’s just say bribery was involved.

There’ll be no photo of the princess with the Easter bunny for some future daughter-in-law to post on a refrigerator or whatever passes for a refrigerator in, oh, 2059.

There also won’t be one of her with Bugs Bunny. She passed on that - well, actually she ran full tilt in the opposite direction - on her first-ever visit to Six Flags this week. The man of the house and I, thinking to qualify for sainthood or at least the Grandparents Hall of Fame, took the grandtwins and their little sister to experience the Georgia theme park.

Only trouble was about 2 billion other folks had the same idea. We spent an hour in line - to park. Never mind the log ride and Dahlonega mine train.

Whatever happened to the recession? And how can Six Flags be bankrupt? Something’s wrong with this picture.

Which brings me to the real issue of the day. If somebody smiles and nobody takes a cell phone photo of it, did it really occur?

In the interest of science, I sought to answer that flashing question in a variety of locations - in line at the carousel, in line at the train ride, in line at the swings, in line at the funnel cake stand. Best I can determine - and with the obvious exception of the line in the ladies room - not one thing happened at Six Flags on Thursday that was not photographed by cell phone camera. My face and jeans alone must be background to 30,000 “say cheese” shots. Parts of me will be on refrigerator fronts - or computer screens - all over the Southeast.

I confess we snapped a few shots ourselves. You don’t see your grandchildren flying high above the ground on a plastic bull every day.

But soon as we are rested up, we’re having an Easter egg hunt - well, make that a DVD search - for the converted videotape home movies we made at the boychild’s spring birthday party back when he was 2 or 3. The occasion was an Easter egg hunt at Granger Park, and the birthday boy was a study in “filling and spilling.” He put about 1,000 eggs in his basket and spilled 990. Some eggs he “found” five or six times each.

But, as pre-arranged, he found the prize egg and somehow it stayed put. As he wandered around happily - and cluelessly- basket in hand, his big sister - miffed that she had not found the prize egg - sneaked up behind him and sneaked it out of his basket.

Her daddy caught the whole thieving episode on camera. As a special Easter activity, I plan to show my grandchildren the movie of their mama as chief thief.

The man of the house has been instructed to catch their reaction - on a cell phone camera, of course.