The Boston Children’s Museum is as good as I remember it. Sarah and grandparents had taken the kid(s) a couple times in the past when I was away at conferences and I was always extremely jealous. (We used to go quite a bit when I was a kid and it was a magical paradise.) Well, I said that I wanted to go on our last visit to Manchester and there were no objections.
The had one room that was filled with all kinds of ramps and tracks and funnels and more golf balls than you could shake a stick at. (Previous oblivion here.)