Boone’s been rocking his mullet since the womb whispered “yee-haw.” Some say he came out with a little tuft of party already growing out the back. By the time he turned one, his hair had a mind of its own — business up front, full toddler rebellion in the back.

While other babies were cutting their first teeth, Boone was growing his first flow.

The mullet became his signature — like a superhero cape made of hair. It flaps in the wind when he zooms down the driveway on his green strider, and it somehow makes his tantrums look cooler.

He’s been stopped in grocery stores, gas stations, and grandma’s bingo night. Folks don’t ask his name, they just say, “Now that’s a kid who knows how to live.”

He’s been growin’ this majestic mane since day one — because Boone wasn’t born with a mullet, he was born to mullet.