This weekend was first communion at the parish where I work, which is one of my favorite annual celebrations. It's a beautiful witness, makes everybody happy, and it doesn't demand much extra liturgical or ritual effort.
There was also a friend of one the brothers visiting, along with his new girlfriend. Later on in the day I remarked to the friar on how devoutly and attentively she had received her communion. "That's interesting," he said, "she's a Baptist!"
So I guess I ministered one more first communion than I knew.