My mom used to say the face thing too. It served the purpose of giving me the desire to find the perfect face to get stuck with. Fancy that.
My brother has told me that if toys don't have "kung-fu grip" then they would break, my muscles were actually big chunks of fat, he could beat up Bruce Lee, finally he dedicated no small part of his life to making me believe I was adopted. I actually liked this.
Also, my mother tells me that on two occasions she saw a man dressed in a full on Santa outfit crossing a lonely street, lugging a big bag filled with stuff. Real Santa returning to his sleigh or seasonal murderer casually bringing his prized pieces of a dismembered body back to his white van? NO CLUE, but it's interesting.