Veg-aversion

Jacob doesn't like vegetables. I can entice him to eat a little bit of salad if I cover it with ranch dressing, bacon bits, and croutons--lots of croutons. I can get him to eat the tops off of one or two pieces of broccoli if I promise a reward afterwards (usually ice cream, if we're at the Chinese buffet). My husband has type-2 diabetes, and I'm really concerned that our son learns to eat healthier than he does right now. I don't want him to be diabetic at 39, like his dad.
So, I've been researching ways to teach kids to like vegetables. Sarah loves 'em, but I can't seem to get Jacob on board with the whole eating veggies thing. The advice I keep reading is not at all helpful. All of these websites advise me to introduce veggies when the child is a toddler and in preschool. Well, thanks a lot. But, even if I could somehow invent a time machine to travel back to when my six year old was a toddler, your advice is still unhelpful. I always fed him vegetables as a baby and toddler. He still hates the vegetables. Thanks for nothing, internet.
Now what?

My Daughter is Four Going on Fourteen

I'm serious. The things this girl says to us, and does are completely out of the norm for a four year old...Last night she was sitting on the rocking chair backwards, rocking like a maniac. I reminded her of the time she sat backwards in the rocking chair and fell off, busting her head, and told her to turn around right. She told me no, and kept right on going. So, Daddy told her to listen to her mother, and she put her hands over her ears! Needless to say, she got to spend some time in her room. Here is a random sampling of some more Sarah rottenness:

She was in the bathroom. Chuck walked in without realizing she had been in there, apologized, and said he just needed to get some medicine. She responded, "Yeah, well I just needed some privacy."

I turned around in the van to see her picking her nose, and told her to stop because I didn't like seeing that. Her response? "Turn around and you won't have to see it."

We were in a restaraunt last week, and she was being really loud. Chuck says, "Sarah, where are you?" She answers, "Duh, Daddy. I'm right here."

I really have to stop laughing at these outbursts, but it is so hard. My mom keeps reminding me that I won't think it's so funny in a few more years...Also, she says that I'm just getting what I deserve for all of the mouth I gave her :).