Children's Museum of Phoenix
Three floors of climb-on everything for the under-10 crowd. Go at open, leave before the meltdown.
Plans that survive a toddler, a teenager, and a grandmother in the same car.
Late August in Phoenix is an indoor sport. Everything below is cooled, shaded, or scheduled after sundown.
Three floors of climb-on everything for the under-10 crowd. Go at open, leave before the meltdown.
The rotating SeaTREK carousel is the whole reason. Freezing cold inside, which is the point in August.
A humid glass atrium full of butterflies. Weirdly calming for everyone, not just the kids.
Planetarium, giant screen, and enough hands-on floors to burn a whole 110-degree afternoon.
The pizza that put Phoenix on the national map. Still the answer for out-of-towners.
The definitive collection of American Indian art, and the one museum every visitor should see.
The roof closes, the AC roars, and $4 hot dog nights make this the cheapest good time in August.
Rotisserie chicken and pizza — the peace treaty for a table that can't agree.
Misted bays, bad swings, good queso. Works for a birthday or a Tuesday.
The end of the WNBA season is the loudest Footprint Center gets all summer.
Get there by 8:30 in September or you're shopping in the sun. Best prepared-food row in town.
Under the water tower — produce, pastries, and a kid-to-dog ratio of roughly 1:1.
Infinity Mirror Room, a serious fashion-design collection, and pay-what-you-wish Wednesday evenings.
Every country on earth, with headphones that switch automatically. Kids lose their minds in the play gallery.