Puke has always been the tough one for me. I thought I had worked past it until one day...
My wife was pregnant with our second, the weather was crappy, and we were bored. We head to the local mall just to get out of the house. We headed to Sears as my son always liked to play on the riding mowers. He was acting pretty subdued and not really enjoying himself so I picked him up and held him high in the air to try and get a smile. He pukes. Like projectile puking. Straight into my face and I had my mouth open. I start sprinting towards the bathroom and, yep, I start puking too. There is vomit all over that Sears store from the Lawn and Garden Center to the bathroom. I yell at my wife to go get the car and bring around so we can get out of there. Again - she is pregnant and battling morning sickness. She goes and gets the car, pulls it around to the exit closest to the bathroom (near the auto-center). My son and I walk out just covered in vomit - she see, and smell, us and starts puking in the bushes next to the building - I join her cause I still have puke from head to toe. Some old dude was replacing the battery in his pick-up, looks over at us, shakes his head, and goes back to working on his pick-up. I strip my son and I down to our underwear, throw all of our clothes in the trash and we drive home that way.