Anyone can understand that Wynonna wants the curse ending with her. Doc isn't disputing that. Nor is anyone saying that Wynonna won't be around to protect anyone. This is just a life skill, that's all. One that had been vital to his own survival, and he is certain would be vital to others', too. Being prepared never hurt, and Doc doesn't see it as any different from anyone else offering to teach Alice to drive, when she's old enough, or passing down grandma's recipes.
Of course, not everyone sees it that way. Wynonna is being idealistic about the world Alice is going to grow up in. Maybe he's being a little... old-fashioned, to put it kindly? That has been said many times, about all manner of things, that it's starting to lose its meaning on him.
"I'd like to think she should know sommin' about shooting straight just so she can look after herself if I'm not around anymore. Not sure how dentistry is goin' to help much, especially given how far we've come, but I'll take that under advisement..." Doc muses with a small smile. He knows Raylan is teasing.
"Lord are they accident-prone." He's lagging behind on polishing off his own plate, but he's taking his time this morning, and Raylan is keeping his mouth busy - with conversation, of course. "They've got hands, and feet, and eyes," he comments exasperatedly. They seem fully capable of using these appendages and senses, and yet. "One of these days, one or both of 'em are going to crack their heads open and we'll get the blame for it." A blame he would just silently accept as being his fault, the way he takes the blame for everything else without complaint, so long as the girls come out of it fine and don't get in trouble themselves.
"Maybe this house isn't so kid-friendly," he concedes, glancing around a bit, and slightly over his shoulder. No doubt, part of the reason the girls like it here, apart from spending time with the old geezers, is how said old geezers just let them run a little wild - within reason. Childproofing the place completely might take some fun - and important life lessons - out of it.
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Of course, not everyone sees it that way. Wynonna is being idealistic about the world Alice is going to grow up in. Maybe he's being a little... old-fashioned, to put it kindly? That has been said many times, about all manner of things, that it's starting to lose its meaning on him.
"I'd like to think she should know sommin' about shooting straight just so she can look after herself if I'm not around anymore. Not sure how dentistry is goin' to help much, especially given how far we've come, but I'll take that under advisement..." Doc muses with a small smile. He knows Raylan is teasing.
"Lord are they accident-prone." He's lagging behind on polishing off his own plate, but he's taking his time this morning, and Raylan is keeping his mouth busy - with conversation, of course. "They've got hands, and feet, and eyes," he comments exasperatedly. They seem fully capable of using these appendages and senses, and yet. "One of these days, one or both of 'em are going to crack their heads open and we'll get the blame for it." A blame he would just silently accept as being his fault, the way he takes the blame for everything else without complaint, so long as the girls come out of it fine and don't get in trouble themselves.
"Maybe this house isn't so kid-friendly," he concedes, glancing around a bit, and slightly over his shoulder. No doubt, part of the reason the girls like it here, apart from spending time with the old geezers, is how said old geezers just let them run a little wild - within reason. Childproofing the place completely might take some fun - and important life lessons - out of it.