Doc was still learning the 'ins and outs' of shopping for baby clothes. The way the sizes were arranged as understandable, but trying to figure out what would look good on Alice? A completely different story. Normally, Doc preferred to leave the clothes shopping up to Wynonna and/or Waverly, but since him and Alice were already perusing the store, he decided to give it a go on his own.
Sure, the man in the cowboy had earned himself a few stares as he shifted through the clothes on the rack. Alice cooed from her carrier. Doc glanced over at his daughter and sighed. "Too bad you can't talk yet, darlin'," Doc said. "I could really use your help."